His mouth twitched at calm; the act of calming himself wasn't a clear-cut process, and it left him feeling more distressed in attempting.

But if Steve was anything, he was a trooper, organic or not...or both.

"I, I understand," he stammered, frowning harder as he watched his pinky flex with his other finger. The more he did that, the less real it seemed; he couldn't feel pain or the sense of the joint bending. "I...think..."