“Well, I guess it’s better than nothing.”

Steve, barefoot in tattered clothing, lost in the forest, as well as unsure of what year he’s in now, approaches a river. While he normally wouldn’t care about how he smells, he doesn’t want to draw more attention to himself than he usually does, especially if it’s the attention of something far more dangerous than an animal.

Steve kneels down next to the stream and splashes his face with water, but pauses when he’s about to just lay down in it to clean himself.

Steve hears something. He quickly turns around to see what’s behind him, a little dismayed at the fact that he may be forced to kill something again.