Hunter's words bring a small nostalgic smile to his face. There was a time when Steve would do the same here in the Nexus; occupy a spare chair in the plaza or a park bench a bit outside of the hustle and bustle and just watch the world around him. Reveling in the myriads of different people coming and going from this meeting place between worlds.

Excuse him while he fishes in his jacket before pulling out a small leather bound book and holding it up for Hunter to see.

"Sketches, mostly. Though I love all of it, I did most of my larger works in charcoals."