Eventually when Hunter turns around as he's wiping his hands clean of the paint he will notice someone else standing to the side and watching with interest as he works on the painting.

It's been a long, long, long time since Steve has been in the Nexus. He didn't expect to see faces he recognizes. Hunter is definitely not someone he's met before. All the same, he watches the man work intently. His gaze rarely leaving the canvas.

When Steve notices he has Hunter's attention he gives a sheepish smile.

"My memories. Often times, my art's all I have left of people and places." Steve nods to the man's painting. "Where do you find yours?"