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[ Physically, Steve is here, but in every other way he is far away. He couldn't say how long he's been standing outside the safehouse; he's been lost in thought for almost the entire time, so distracted that he didn't even process the notable shift in atmospheric pressure. It's not an easy thing to miss when he's actually paying attention, considering how the weather here tends to bypass the gradual progression stage altogether to shift from one extreme to the next in the blink of an eye.

When a voice drags him back to the present, warning of rain, he glances up at the darkening sky. ]

Thanks. [ He takes a few steps back to join the woman under the awning as recommended. ] It would've taken getting drenched for me to notice if you hadn't said anything.