(Howard can't help the wide smile that spreads across his face as Steve stands up, though simultaneously something rises in him, almost like a sense of panic. He's been in this place for almost a month now, (a whole month already? Time really does fly when you're knocked out, as Steve would know), but it still feels like a dream. Something HYDRA has created, maybe. Or maybe he's dead. The latter would at least explain the man in front of him, now.

He'd dreamt of seeing him again, had nightmares of it, too, if he's honest. Steve represented so much not only for the American people, but for him personally, too. It almost made him nervous.

But he steeled that away, locking it in a box, and instead throwing out:)

Yeah, well, you can't really picture me being stuck somewhere without a single piece of technology, can you? I was just about ready to claw my moustache off.

(He laughs, crossing the floor to him.)

How're you doing, pal? It's been too long.