[ He's not sure what he might be good at here. How he might help the effort. Steve's gaze travels around the space of the room, taking it in the same way he's done with the rest of the Station. Like the rest, some of the equipment is recognizable to him, and some isn't.
That curiosity is struck through by a quick flicker of shame. He keeps it out of his voice, replaced by a wary reluctance to answer the question to the fullest truth. ]
I've got bad lungs. [ He's got a lot of bad parts, and it's made putting any muscle on difficult if not impossible.
Although - ] But I've been feeling better here. [ He's been attributing some of that to the clean air of the Station, the lack of dust and smoke that he couldn't escape even in his own apartment. ]
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That curiosity is struck through by a quick flicker of shame. He keeps it out of his voice, replaced by a wary reluctance to answer the question to the fullest truth. ]
I've got bad lungs. [ He's got a lot of bad parts, and it's made putting any muscle on difficult if not impossible.
Although - ] But I've been feeling better here. [ He's been attributing some of that to the clean air of the Station, the lack of dust and smoke that he couldn't escape even in his own apartment. ]