Steve glances over his shoulder and leads them toward one corner, where they can set the boards down and maneuver them into place, one by one. And then possibly reinforce them. He doesn't mind taking a little more of the weight, but between the two of them, they're doing just fine.

He does frown at the idea of no rainstorms for decades. He's pretty sure that... doesn't happen, does it? Not anywhere he knows, at least.

Then again, they are clearly not in a place he knows. He's still mulling over the rainstorms comment when Joe asks about weapons, and that at least gets a wry little half-smile, one corner of his mouth ticking up. "I'm good. Got the shield." Which, admittedly, he treats as both a defensive and offensive weapon, common sense be damned. "And I'm sure I could throw something big at them, if I need to." He's still got his strength, as best he can tell. Lifting cars to help with tire changes hadn't been an issue. "I threw a motorcycle at a guy once."

He probably shouldn't sound so smug about that?

But he finally can't help but ask, "Are you from here? It doesn't normally rain?"