When Setsuna saw Steve's face, whatever bit of humor he was attempting slid away, fast. It was all big brown eyes that looked back at Steve, intent and worried.

"I was joking. I'm not actually hungry," he admits as he looks guiltily at food, a little confused. It took some adjustment with his mind that insisted he should have a fist in his face, rather than the offer of food. This was Steve...Steve wasn't like that. It's in his softer tone of voice, the way his shoulder curl up around him when he sits, and no matter how many times his eyes stray, they always go back to watch Steve.

He did at least sit and pulled the tea close to his body. He cupped his hands around the mug, taking in the heat.

"There's not much to talk about. The clown just feels wrong to me. He hasn't done anything, though. And the other guy was putting explosives in his door, so I left. I haven't been staying there, so I'm definitely not taking any friend of mine there," Setsuna explained, until Steve's question. He looked down into his mug and sighed.

"I couldn't find her when I went back. Probably for the best. I hope she's somewhere better. At least back home."