Why are there so many nice people in the world, being pushed around by transdimensional pulls or magical influence, putting them in her path, and always unexpectedly. "Oh, you don't have to do that," Sally dismisses. "You can just, uh..." A glance from where he's holding the cauldron single-handedly, then to the one offered in greeting. Possibly, Steve is not wholly unused to the double-take.

Slowly, she takes that hand, but offers a firm, brief shake, not especially formal. "Captain Steve Rogers," she repeats. "That a military, U.S. military rank?"