Steve hums, following said bolts and bars along the body of the van. It seems like a sound plan, at least, though his opinion is far from professional.

He huffs out a little laugh, though, shrugging one shoulder. "I mean, depending on who you're talking to, your reasons were probably better." Jack, after all, had probably planned on waking up, most of those times at least. He assumes.

Steve had been at least partly running away. And that had been the wrong, wrong move. Of course it had.

He shakes himself out of that unpleasant reverie and glances back to the van. "You guys run into a lot of things that try to take chunks out of your van, then?" He is definitely getting that idea.