"Guess so." Steve watches one of the female figures swiveling her hips while she dances in a small circle and finds himself blushing and averting his gaze quickly. Less awkward than if she were real, but still awkward enough that he's not comfortable just standing there staring.

"Steve Rogers." The small man replies easily. He eyes the bottle and then Kaz before accepting it and taking a sip. He doesn't cough or anything at it, but he does pull a face and shake his head. "I don't drink much." Not that it would take much to get him drunk, he's ninety pounds soaking wet.

"Thanks for getting us inside somewhere." It's important to be grateful no matter how weird a place they find themselves in now.