"Yeah, well. You ever want to get better at hand to hand combat, I'll be happy to teach you what I know."

Steve hops up on his feet and takes a pull from the other water bottle. Tosses Jim one of the towels while he's at it. He's got no delusion that the captain is going to ever be someone he can spar with on par, but he doesn't need an all out fight for something to be enjoyable either.

"Sounds like the sort of equipment that could be pretty useful now all things considered. Boxing, wrestling, football. All you hear on the news back home is more and more research on concussions and repeated head trauma. It's nothing to joke about."