It's oddly fitting that Williams is still biting off words over there, even when one glance over, during his first question, is accompanied with an odd face. Steve's not sure what that is at all. Confusion? Uncertainty? Some kind of dislike for all of it.? Steve, and Steve talking? Like wary suspicious and surprise slamming into something else. Probably the annoyance and ultimate flag waving offense Danny takes at everything that happens anywhere near him.

Closing the bag doesn't actually change what it is, but it causes a distraction. A distortion of white plastic, it's not impossible to see some of the most distinct shape and colors through, to at least create a barrier of some small kind. Letting him blink and lean back in seat, glance out the and back toward Danny, all while he's still nodding. Just let some of those words escape because they are filling up the space in there.

"My Dad would've agreed with you." There's something distant to that. Not really fond. Even while intimate.

"Said it was lucky the local was any good." Especially here. Which he hadn't understood much then. But he did now.

But tossed together with his odd thoughts, has Steve, looking back over at Danny a little speculatively, since this is the oddest small two foot space of strangely not burning common ground, asking a question before he even gets to thinking better of whether he should or shouldn't. "You ever been on the tour?"