It's her turn to look confused; she glances back over her own shoulder like maybe he was seeing something she'd missed, then turns back to frown at him, bewildered.

"Steve?"

She has no idea where he even is. Doing all right wherever that is, she hopes, but – "I haven't seen Steve since Leipzig."

She's searching his face, a little bemused, a little crestfallen. "Just me today, I'm afraid. Sorry."