Last spark from the ashes

Siri had dipped down to watch the second that sketchbook flips open and Steve will hear her little 'oh!' before she has to stifle a noise that definitely was amusement lest it get out that she's anything other than fed up with these two. Whether this one is just humoring her titan or genuinely Understands this awkward form of exchange is impossible to say for sure but she knows her ward will get a laugh out of this.

"That's alright," she replies fondly as the paper seems to tingle in Steve's hand before it vanishes into thin air after a quick scan of the Ghost's optic. "I shouldn't leave Ghost alone for long anyway." She turns when a startled laugh picks up before twirling slowly once around the smaller man with a smug little drift. Job well done.

Steve ducks his head with a little nod his alternate's way as he drags the chair across out to settle into. The sketchbook page is held carefully in one hand.

"Still a bit weird." He admits as he's scooting his chair in. "But I was happy to see a familiar face." Above their table, Siri makes a sound not unlike a snort. Steve shoots a sharp look her way before shaking his head a little. "You know what I mean."