"And stories high? This could be a city."

A restless little shift in his cell, because now he's itching to explore it. It's a strange feeling, warring between wanting to settle into the smallest space he can find, and also wanting to find what passes in a windshield and press his nose up against the glass. Kirk's next question catches Steve a little off guard. People don't usually ask him. It's refreshing enough that he smiles.

"Sure. I mean, as long as the same rules apply?"

He may not strictly opt to answer.