At least she's not arguing. Steve has a pencil and his sketchbook now that he's settled back into his chair and blanket ensemble.

"...Samus? I know I can't start training yet, but...you wouldn't by chance have anything I could start reading in the meantime would you?" Verity's already given him ideas for sketches, but Steve doesn't think that alone is going to keep him from going batty if he has to spend another week recuperating.