Steve smiled at the strange-looking man from before as he offered to help him reach his room, and even walked with his arm on his shoulder. He still thought the man looked strange, but since he was being nice to him and offering to show him the way to his room, that probably meant that he was actually a nice person, which Steve liked. Upon being asked about his name, he simply responded with 'I'm Steve!' and a dopey grin, marred by the staples still in his face but nonetheless pleased. It was one of the few things he remembered about his past life with absolute clarity, and he had never let it slip from his head. Hearing the alien's name, he decided he should try to make that one of the things stored alongside his own name, and so he nodded, then began muttering the word 'Broseph' to himself, over and over and over, occasionally accompanied by a qualifier along the lines of 'You are Broseph', and doing his utmost every time to pronounce the alien's name correctly just to make sure it stuck.

Finally, the pair reached their rooms, next to one another as Broseph had stated. Steve, figuring out which room was his by looking at which room Broseph went into, moved into the room opposite, and found himself in quite a nice place. There was a nice bed here, and a wardrobe which had lots of clothes in it. And laid on on the bed was a suit, apparently fitted to just the right size for Steve. He squealed a bit with glee- he had his very own suit!- clumsily pulling off most of his clothes down to his underwear before remembering that the door was still open, and that Sophie always said that he should close doors when taking off clothes, so he did that. Then he also remembered that the shiny man had wanted them to clean up, which meant that Steve had to think about what needed cleaning at the moment. He looked around the room, and it looked like there wasn't anything that needed to be put away; he looked in the area for showering, and that also looked clean; finally, he looked at himself, with only his underwear on, and he decided that even if he looked clean, the shiny small man had probably wanted him to clean himself. So he took off his underwear, stumbled into the shower, and promptly spent the next hour or so making sure he was completely clean, only partially for the sake of making absolutely sure. There were sticky ducks on the floor of the shower which meant he was less likely to slip over, and he decided if the man who had hired him and the other people, including Broseph- Steve smiled as he continued to repeat Broseph's name out loud- did make sure that was the case the same way it was at home, then he did like that man.

After the shower, he came out, grabbed a towel in one fist, and ran it over himself, succeeding to some extent at drying himself off, then put his underwear back on with some difficulty, then tried to put the suit on. He was still a bit wet, and putting clothes on was always more difficult than taking them off, so this took about twenty five minutes. But, he managed to do it without tearing any of the fabric, and then managed to attach the badge that came with the suit on the suit's belt without poking himself with the needle, and then put the... the walky-talky on his... uh... on his belt again, he thought to himself. He'd ask how he should use it or put it on himself later. Last but not least, he grabbed his leather jacket and put it on over the top of his suit. He decided, as he looked at himself in the mirror, that he looked like a very good superhero after all. Maybe he should have done superheroing in the first place? Then he might have avoided the... thing, that happened, maybe...

It was at this point that the siren started going off, startling Steve into a fit of shouting for a couple of seconds before he calmed down. However, because he knew that loud noises like that usually meant that something needed to be done, Steve promptly stumbled out of his room, and... and then... and then he didn't know what to do. Nobody had told him anything, and he wasn't sure where he needed to go. He thought extremely hard for a moment, then wondered if the walky-talky did have a map on it, because he'd asked the shiny small man whether he could have a map before. He pulled it off his belt, stared at it, then pressed a finger against the screen, pulling it back as it started to glow, with symbols that... he didn't know what the symbols were. He wanted to figure out what to do, so he didn't look like he was too silly, but he also wanted to try and figure out what to do without being told, which was obviously a difficult task for him even with quite simple things, and this combination alongside the repetitive loud noise was starting to cause Steve a lot of stress. Umming and ahhing to himself to make it seem like he was in deep thought if anyone passed by, and to stop himself from freaking out too much, he started to press random buttons on the communicator, hoping that one of them would eventually open a map he could follow around the building.