"That sounds...fun." She smiled softly and had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from grinning like a fool. His hands were much larger than hers and very warm. As he explained the details of the role, she gave a light nod and felt a sense of deja vu. Shaking the feeling away, Astrid cleared her throat and gave an affirmative nod. "Brazil sounds fun. Heat, humidity, beaches. The Amazon would be fun for running..."

"Brazil it is." Steve Rogers said, giving another flash of perfectly white teeth. "But first: It's training. We'll learn about some equipment that's helped me out, then we'll head to the training room to learn some new ways to take someone down silently..." He pressed a button on the wall, the glass window sliding over to reveal some high tech equipment. "And from my experience, the teacher can learn a lot from the student, so if you have any comments, concerns or tips for me... feel free to." Steve was a master tactician. He was skilled in almost everything he did just be doing it for a few hours. But he was a man out of time. He learned a lot from the people here about tactics, and how to talk and walk and socialize... He was more than willing to learn, and to improve his already amazing skill.

“I've never worked with tech like this.” Astrid allowed her gawking to turn from Steve to the gadgets he revealed. “My knowledge of technology doesn't much surpass my music software. I can't even hack my own e-mail.... I forgot the password.” She gave a sheepish smile, not daring to touch the equipment. She didn't want to fiddle with one and set off a laser and take one of their eyes out. “I don't actually need any offensive weapons...” She turned her body, catching sight of body shaped targets. Her hand moved to the side of her head as though she were readying herself to throw something. Her hand was only empty for a moment before light of gold and blue seemed to collect within her grasp, forming a knife. She hurled it with ease, pegging the paper target in the "head". She smiled a little wider as the knife disappeared, leaving only the hole. “And no smoking gun.”