"The terrorist that was on the telly who bombed the UN building and murdered the Wakandan king?" Steven frowns and shrinks back in his seat. "He's here?" He asks quietly. This is probably why Steven can't make friends.

He squirms uneasily, glancing up at Marc. "Are you friends now? What's he like?" Maybe he's not as bad as the news made him out to be, but Steven doubts it.

"I um. Met a lady in the library. And a robot. The lady was alright. We read Stephen King together." The robot encounter was... hmmnnnggh.