Steve smiled a little. "All right. Kori it is. Thank you."

Steve glanced at Kori out of the corner of his eye, weighing his options. On the one hand, he was cold, and exhausted. On the other hand, it felt awkward to get intimately close to a stranger, much less a dame—a young woman, much less a young woman stranger in a string bikini top. It's not that he hasn't seen women in string bikinis, but he generally didn't—cuddle with them.

But she did offer. And this was nothing compared to backstage on the war bonds tour.

And it was cold. There's no question, he was definitely going to huddle for warmth with the pretty orange lady, he just had to try not to be an awkward dickhead about it.

Without further deliberation, he sat down on the floor next to her, tucking his knees in against his chest and trying not to take up too much room (which is difficult, lbr). He glanced at her again, and—dear God, she really must be freezing in that top. Steve felt grateful that he'd at least arrived in leather boots, sturdy jeans, a t-shirt, and an athletic jacket, plus the coat that he'd never seen before. He started shrugging off his coat and jacket.

"Here, you must be freezing, at least let me give you my jacket."