"There are no bears in Darrow," Steve says as he leans back to look at Maeve from the bathroom, as if he's never been more sure of anything in his entire life, almost cocky until his eyes roll back a little and he tilts his head, considering. "...Probably. But that's fine," he continues as he ducks back into the bathroom to grab toothpaste and a little first aid kit, just in case. "Just mourn me for an adequate amount of time before replacing me with someone less hot. Which won't be hard."

He winks at her as he exits the bathroom, packing the last of the toiletries away in his backpack. "Oh, wait."

Steve ducks back into the bathroom and then comes back out holding up a roll of toilet paper, waving it back and forth in the air before putting it into his bag. "Can't forget this. I think that's everything."