"Well, now you're just being a charmer." By contrast, Venus acts entirely at home talking to men, tamping down any insecurity she might feel under the way she's been told she was beautiful since she was a teenager talking to talent scouts, that she had 'natural charm' and a 'killer body'. She talks to Steve the way she does most men, keeping them in that arm's length area where he's flirted with but would have to fight his way in to learn anything important about her.

She puts a hand up in a gentle gesture and doesn't come any closer, lets him approach her and take the pack, and when he tells her to sit she lowers herself with the kind of artificial grace that isn't really conducive to healing so much as looking good.

"Nah, Steve. This kind of hurt isn't something you can help." She smiles at him, entirely at peace with her own mortality. Embracing it, even, as the potential for an end. "I could use company until I make my next jump though."