[Steve Grant Rogers, that name did ring a bell dimly at the back of his mind and make him unsure of himself. It let him take in the surroundings of the bedroom, a comfortable bed and wallpaper and carpet, nothing like a prisoner of war camp out in the wastelands.
His brow furrows, confusion and fear warring for upper place.]
No, I-- I'd remember that, you're trying to confuse me.
[But he doesn't sound sure. Outside the door, said service dog is whining and scratching to be let in, she knows when she's needed to do her job.]
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His brow furrows, confusion and fear warring for upper place.]
No, I-- I'd remember that, you're trying to confuse me.
[But he doesn't sound sure. Outside the door, said service dog is whining and scratching to be let in, she knows when she's needed to do her job.]