"Yeah. I can actually look at you again." Steve smiles and goes to pull the towel back so he could ruffle up his poor hair a bit more. God, this was a disaster. He was going to look like a drowned rat. But at least he could maybe get some good haircare from this magic replicator thing. Not that it helps him now.

"Your talents, huh? Which ones are those? You have a lot, Munson."