<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong><em>Steve Rodgers</em></strong></span><hr/><br/>The wait for the elevator had not been long but Steve did not talk for himself for long. When the elevator doors opened he was side stepping back and forth with the shield latched to his right arm, partially raised as he fought an invisible opponent. His neck craned in the direction of someone who knew him but he did not know, causing him to lower his guard and let the shield slide off his arm to free it in order for him to step into the elevator with a nod. Steve's right hand moved forward to meet the gesture of introduction with the shield held in his left hand.<br/><strong>"T'Challa?"</strong><br/>He asked, unaware of the silent T and hoped he had not butchered the name to badly.<br/><strong>"Yea, going to check out the training facilities and get acclimated." </strong><br/>Steve added in a attempt to start small talk with the complete stranger that somehow knew him. After the quick hand shake he stood side by side with the young man and stared at the closing doors before turning his attention back to T'Challa.<br/><strong>"You new around here? It's my first year but everyone I have run into so far seem to know what they are doing." </strong><br/>He shared.