Steve nodded, eager to help. He walked over to grab one of the traps and then started to paddle it out, deeper but still not so deep that the lobsters would stop travelling around. He paddled back and slicked his hair out of his eyes so he could get confirmation that's what she wanted.

It was then that he realized he'd been inexcusably rude.

"Oh. I'm sorry ma'a- Clarice. I never gave my name. Steve Rogers. From Brooklyn, New York which might explain our accent differences." He smiled, trying to show he'd meant it kindly.