Well. Damn. Steve's got enough self-control that the bumper does not dent under his grip. But his fingers flex a little like he wishes he could let them dig in.

Instead, he keeps his face and voice friendly, offering a grin that's not quite sheepish, he's a little too wary, but it's bordering on it.

"That's me, yeah."

No point in denying it when he's got the guys bus in his hands.

"I think you're the first person who's recognized me."

At least the first person to say so, for sure.