Entirely against his will, Steve's eyes dart back down at the table display as if to question whether her staff recommendation is any indication of what's to come. When he looks back up at her, it's with a sheepish sort-of-smile that is more of a soundless apology than anything else; he knows it's not the most polite question to ask, especially when he's not really asking it at all.

It's not that he can't handle morbid: he's a grown man, one who has seen things that would make even the steeliest of men and women blanche, but if given an option, he would rather be prepared before facing the worst of humankind.