This high up at this time of year the air carries a bite to it even in the more enclosed walkways of the tower. Mitigated here and there by heaters, or by clever warlock creations of their Solar Light. Steve won't dally in hunting down some food. There's bound to be a stall still open at this time of evening who doesn't mind wrapping up his meal to go. It's giving Steve a different task to focus on while the Ghosts make their plans.

The mention of a concert though has Steve perking up a bit. He's not had much chance to see the softer sides of their culture much yet. He's caught a few people dancing together in the commons before but then there was no music to go along with it. "I think I'd like to see that."

"Just so long as you don't go humming along afterward for the next six weeks. You think it's a pain to get a tune out of Your head..." Siri's not really grumbling though. It's a relief to see Steve start to relax again. If he's relaxed he's not asking her questions. Siri doesn't have the answers to those yet. She needs time to process everything they've learned tonight. Either on purpose, or from drunks, or now from Ghost.