( well, they're even on that. because Steve has no idea what a creche attendant is. he's making a face, now, like he's not sure if this conversation is at the place he thought it was thirty seconds ago. this chick and her wild facepaint just seemed committed to some kind of tabletop nerd shit. but this conversation has been going long enough that she should have clocked him as a normal ass guy and, you know. dialed it back a little. it's a bit like they're speaking different languages, and she should have figured that out by now. your average intense nerd will tone it down in the presence of an obvious normie.

now, this gal isn't toning it down at all, which... well, Steve isn't sure what that means. maybe it means she doesn't know she's being a lot right now. kinda like Eleven, and her silent staring, directly into the rearview mirror. she didn't mean anything by it, sure, but definitely pretty weird to someone who was raised in completely different circumstances.

Steve coughs through the surprise at the flippant way she advises he avoids being choked to death. ) I, uh. Okay. What's a gorget? ( sounds like... armor? and honestly, maybe he does need some armor. to be fair though he wasn't planning on getting dragged through Watergate wearing only his sweatpants.

it very much is Eleven discovering Eggos. Steve shifts from surprised, to sympathetic. to more sympathetic, because... well, if she doesn't know what ice cream is, she has no way of knowing about brainfreeze. ) It doesn't hate you, it's a... cold thing. Dustin explained to me how it worked once. Something about the roof of your mouth? I don't remember. Just wait it out, it'll pass. Worth it. For sure.

( yup, he just Decided for her, hope that's cool. in attempts to distract her from her brain pain, ) You, uh, got a name? Steve. Steve's mine.