Steve isn't looking up just yet, either; his eyes are fixed on the compass. It doesn't quite seem to be finding north. That... feels about right, doesn't it.

"Maybe," he agrees, with a soft laugh. "That sounds about right. But it's okay, I know you don't remember a lot." Yet? Yet. It's going to come back, he knows. Or, at least, he's pretty sure. These circumstances are different. But it also hasn't been nearly as long.

It's then that he does glance up - and as soon as his brain registers what he's seeing, he snags at Winter's arm, lunging for the path.