A sound almost like a low rumbling laugh rolled out of that scaled throat. "Yeah. That's me. A little unfamiliar looking, I know, but I was...out of options." He tucked the wing back down against his side since Steve no longer seemed to need it, mostly to give himself something to do. It was...odd to feel slightly self-conscious about the whole thing, but he'd never let anyone else see this side of him before. Not purposefully. What exactly was he planning to do if Steve freaked out on him?

He let out a long breath, a plume of smoke curling out of his mouth. "How are you feeling? Better?" Obviously he was back mentally, but who knew what the cold had done to the rest of him. It definitely wasn't just an attempt to turn attention back away from Tony's current shape. He was worried.

"No one else has come by, incidentally. So we weren't followed. Though that may just be because of the storm." One blue eye flicked back towards the cave entrance, and what was practically a wall of white beyond it.