Fresh air greeted him soon after and Steve stopped to take in huge lungfuls. It felt like so long since he last stepped outside and while nothing made sense around him it still felt solid. The ebb and flow of the ocean waves were left far behind but the haunt of them continued to wash over him. It would probably be a long time before he stopped feeling so cold, a more psychological feature than a physical one or so claimed the nurse when he asked about it.

Looking over at Tony, Steve gave a faint smile. "I'm not really sure where I'm supposed to be staying now. Never really got to that point. I don't -" He waved a hand over himself. "Have anything but the clothes on my back right now." To think he owned less than in his childhood.

"I think they said I have money in the bank already? I could find a place to stay," he continued in a ramble, already feeling a little overwhelmed in a real way. The nurse explained about post traumatic something or another but he had zoned out during her explanation on it. "You probably - have a lot to do - if you could just point me in the direction I need to go -" He trailed off with a lost look running over his face.