Steve had heard the call of the trader, and stopped short while he was dragging himself towards the settlement. He turns his head to the utmost friendliest sounding person he has ever met in this vast barren wasteland, but because of all of his previous encounters, he still felt a little uneasy.<br/><br/>If Steve was in a stable condition, he probably would have completely ignored Vergil and move on. However, being completely weaponless and having a bad arm has rendered him desperate, and he will need someone to rely on for a little more time in this world.<br/><br/>Still clutching onto his arm, Steve makes his way over to Vergil. By the time he got within normal speaking distance,  he straightens his posture, nods his head a little, and quietly greets him with<b>"Hey."</b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>