She has his full attention the moment her elongated vowel clues him in that something is wrong. Everything happened pretty fast, and for Steve that means quick thinking and quick action, meeting the situation head on. But he doesn't know anything about Ms. Lewis besides the fact that she works for an astrophysicist and appears to be a fan of Star Wars.

"Fascist state?" he says, arching his eyebrows. He scans the room. "If anything, from what we just learned I'd be more worried about marshal law. I'm not going to let anything happen to you, regardless."

He'd like to explore the ship a little, get a lay of the land, find this computer the officer talked about with directions and schematics, but he can learn just as much from observing a crowd. He gestures to one end of the room with his chin. "You want to take a table in the corner?"