( steve rolls his eyes quite dramatically because not even a few months rattling around in the nothing is enough to knock the theatrics out of him. he turns his head slowly to look at darcy with a sigh. )

Good, ( he says, and considers leaving it at that. maybe even lighting up one of his tommy bahama molotovs and chucking it at something for good measure.

but he doesn't. for some reason, he decides to elaborate. ) I'm trying to, y'know, send a message. ( he makes a sweeping gesture with one hand to the row of molotovs. ) It kind of wouldn't mean as much if whatever I do disappears overnight.