Looking down at the water in the fountain, Steve frowns. "So this is a regular occurrence?" One without knowing why or how it happens. So far he's not liking how this is unfolding.

At the question Steve looks up at Owen. If Owen wouldn't have answered the question himself first, Steve likely wouldn't have given him a straight answer. As it is, with information given he doesn't see the immediate danger in providing an honest answer in return. Although, he will be leaving out a couple of the details. "My last memory before waking up down there was flying a chopper between islands in Hawaii." The frown deepens. "I don't think we crashed, at least there was no indication of that about to happen from what I remember." Although it's troubling that he can't remember anything.

Bringing a hand up he rubs it over his ribs before reaching up further to touch his face, first his jaw and then up to his left cheekbone and eye. They don't feel cut or bruised, but they should. He'd been in a plane crash, hand to hand combat, and a firefight before taking off in the chopper. He doesn't feel stiff or sore and the headache he could feel coming on while he was flying is gone. "But, some time has definitely passed. Do you know what the date is?"