Smartassness aside (or maybe because of it. You've met Bucky and Sam), Steve likes Tommy. When he comes flying back Steve has a respectable amount of not-potatoes joining the berries in his jacket-bag. It will be enough to last him, Tommy, and Bucky for a day or two. And yeah, he is counting Tommy now. As stated before: Steve likes him.

"Yeah. I'm not overly fond myself."

In the bushes there's been rustling that Steve wasn't sure about. It could be the squirrel-like animals or something new. He doesn't want to find out when the sun is starting to dip and the world is getting dark. Maybe in the long, long morning.

"Found a way out?"