"Guilty," Steve says with a grin, before ordering the same thing as her. He leans against the bar and watches her as she speaks. Their upbringings really couldn't have been more different. His own parents were pretty absent, and his dad was kind of an abusive asshole, but at least he was provided for. He was a rich, decent looking white guy in the Midwest, and it's really only after coming to Darrow that he realized just how better that made everything for him.

"The thing I've realized about Darrow is that it's kind of the great equalizer," Steve tells her, knowing that he can't really offer anything about how bad she had it, because he could never really understand, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't care.

Their beers are set down, and Steve picks his up while he turns to gesture at the ballroom. "No one even lives here, I don't think. No one's going to shit on you, and if they do, I will totally-- stand back by while you eviscerate their ass."