Getting his first glimpse of his new neighbor, Steve's first impression is 'pretty; unique hair color; harried and stressed.' He focused on the last, moving out fully into the hallway even while shaking his head and giving her a friendly, hopefully welcoming smile. "No, it's fine. Do... you want some help?"

In a tight-fitting grey-blue t-shirt and his grey track pants, Steve didn't really feel dressed enough to be around other people, but they were clothes comfortable enough to start moving items around, and he didn't have to worry about maybe getting them dirty or dusty.

"I'm pretty strong, if you need stuff moved around," he said, in a voice devoid of pride; just stating a fact. Understating the truth, really, but it was obvious he had plenty of muscles, and he was at least a head taller than her. "Oh! Uh, sorry - Steve Rogers. Your— neighbor," he backtracked abashedly.