He takes the proffered container with a grimmer expression than a tin of cookies really warrants, looking from it to her. "You don't have anything to be sorry for." It's not precisely a reassurance, coming from Steve, so much as a pointed truth. "I didn't know you either, remember? We can't help what they put in our heads."

It's also not something he's expecting her to answer to right now, it seems, since after another moment he turns around to lead them through the foyer. "Don't think you can be any more dangerous in the kitchen than Natasha." In the living room he sets the tin on the coffee table and pops off the lid while Liho comes up from behind Kenzi to slam his body affectionately against her calves. Steve takes out one of the cookies and bites into it, giving her a small smile after swallowing. "Not bad."