[Steve blinks at this latest message, and starts to wonder who exactly it is he's talking to. From the simplicity of the responses he's starting to think... dear God. A child? Now he really wants to punch something.
He stares at the screen for a long time, feeling helpless, not sure what to say. Ask how old Grey is? Not sure he wants to know. Try to help Grey find shelter? Steve knows there's nothing he can do, not really. All he can do is talk to Grey, make sure Grey knows... he? she?... is not alone.]
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He stares at the screen for a long time, feeling helpless, not sure what to say. Ask how old Grey is? Not sure he wants to know. Try to help Grey find shelter? Steve knows there's nothing he can do, not really. All he can do is talk to Grey, make sure Grey knows... he? she?... is not alone.]
Tell me about the train.