"Okay." He gives her an eager nod, dropping his hands back to his lap before studying them. They're covered in graphite from the pencil, so Steve wipes his hands--

--on his pants, but given the grease and the grime it's hard to tell the difference--

--gently on his napkin to clean them off a bit. Once he's satisfied with the state of his hands, he'll reach over and pat the back of Amelia's hand gently.

"You look tired, Amelia. That's enough for today. Okay?" She seemed so far away for a moment there, and Steve knows the feeling. Being reminded of home can bring you back. Between the drawing the talking, and all the notes, Steve knows she must be mentally exhausted.