Being a man from the 40's and a military man made Steve Rogers very formal... And just like a lot of things, that changed. "Alright, Sharon." He said with a flash of white teeth, following her in the room. When she said she was from Virginia, Steve nodded as if in approval. "We'll I hope the big apple is treating you nice. I called this city home my whole life." He put his arms down in military fashion out of habit, looking at her as she talked.

When she brought up the tv he turned to see that it clearly wasn't in the spot she wanted it. "I can take care of that too, if you want. You just owe me another lunch sometime." Steve said jokingly, walking over to the tv, and once again lifting it with ease, and set it gently on it's intended table. "Ceased salad sounds great. Thank you." Steve said. He would pretty much eat anything in this era. Everything was boiled back then.