"W'll I've never heard of it," Steve muttered to himself, not caring that he sounded like he was sulking. He imagined what Bucky would say to the news. Bucky would be ecstatic, overjoyed that Steve had found a girl, someone a little more socially accepted as a soulmate - and proof that Steve wasn't defective, or abandoned by God, or any of the other things people said about people like him.

Seeing the mark on her arm made it hit home for Steve - this wasn't just about him. He didn't know anything about this dame; did she even want to find her soulmate yet? Was she happy the way things were for her, or was she hoping her soulmate could make life better? He was actually kinda hoping for the former, otherwise she'd be sorely disappointed; he wasn't the guy to make life better for anyone.

Taking a deep breath, Steve took her hand, and gave her a smile; strained, but genuine. "Steve. Nice to meet you?"