Sup!

[ Steph takes a moment to smile and wave at the camera. She's fresh off the boat, as fresh as it gets. She took a moment to see where she would be staying, then immediately set out. She isn't too worried about having been lifted to another universe. ]

So this is weird and... strangely heartwarming? But I have just one important question: Where is the best coffee?

[ And who wants to buy her one? ]

[The video turns on, and Steve studies the screen for a moment, looking for a hint that it's on and working like it should be.] Is this how I do this? [Someone pointed out the basics to him, but it will take a while before he's used to the idea of something that's a combination of a phone and a moving picture.

Now that he's said that, he doesn't know what to follow it with. He's used to observing a situation without drawing attention to himself.] Hello. My name's Steve. Steve Trevor. Captain. I'm a pilot with the American Expeditionary Forces.

[Eagle-eyed history buffs will notice that his uniform is that of a German officer, not an American one, but his accent is fully American.]

Was a pilot, I suppose. [Since the war's not going on here.] There's nowhere in the city looking to hire a pilot, is there?