Steve is almost, but not entirely, surprised when Danny finally gets in the door. Snapping out of his focus on the screen, by the sound of the door and the sudden flood of Danny's voice, in the empty house that's had nothing but the tapping of a few keys, scrolling of a mouse, and the speed reading of the file. He'd nearly gotten to the point of thinking Danny might have just taken of. Was only momentarily stumped on whether he wanted that at all, when Danny brought up Chin, giving his being here another importance.

Even if it was alternate pans on different burners from where his head was. As was the dig about asking for the box. He hadn't really asked either time. In the car, or in the building. But he let that slide off his shoulders for looking between the SVR record on the computer and barely toward Danny before it's back to that face again, rubbing at his own temple. "You recognize this guy?"

He'd known where to find the first guy. If there was any chance of there being some kind of connection there, too.

He hadn't expected a turn around so fast on the print, but if it worked, too, two leads in one day wasn't something he'd turn down.