Outside of his girlfriend, and two other people in his life, Setsuna wasn't accustomed to other people being so nice. It almost unnerves him, until he realizes he kind of likes it. But, he shouldn't be taking up some poor stranger's time, even if the platonic gesture of touch makes him feel comforted.

"I'm," he starts to speak as he lifts his head to look Steve in the eye, and has to think over the questions for a moment, "I'm not injured. Or sick."

He runs a hand through his hair. "I'm Setsuna, Steve." Deep breath.

"Where are we?" He's been avoiding facing that.