Steve has been warned it was cold, but he still shivers without meaning to once they're on solid ground again. The breeze goes right through his well worn clothes and messes his hair up and into his face.

The air smells a bit funny, but that's nothing to the slight shortness of breath the altitude will leave him with after only a few minutes on the surface. He hardly notices at first because he's so busy watching all the Guardians wandering about the tower. His head swivels around at every noise, every fragment of conversation and laughter as he tries to take it all in.

"One heck of a home." Steve says softly before turning around to grin up at his friends. "Any chance I can get a coat or cloak or something?"