Steve gives her a lazy salute as she heads toward the restroom and pours out generous servings of vodka into each glass, then tops them off with some of the soda. It's not exactly a gourmet cocktail, but it's better than drinking straight out of the bottle like he's been doing. He's just finishing up when Alex comes back and he looks over at her, smiling a little when he sees her in his clothes.

"Different," Steve tells her, because Alex is sort of effortlessly hot no matter what she's wearing. When she sits down, Steve scoots back next to her and holds out one of the glasses. "Your coping mechanism, miss."