Steve glanced over at her, eyebrows raised a little when she talked about it being strange to her how old he really was ─ although she was much more polite about it, and he knew she didn't mean it like that, anyway. He smiled some, feeling strangely at peace with the whole thing for once, finally. "It's a lot to take in," he said, putting it very mildly; obviously he was still having issues with it at times, and he was the one living it. He couldn't imagine someone else trying to really understand what he was going through.

The older generation. Steve gave an amused half-smile to that. He wondered idly what other things had made it through the generations, that weren't even pop culture anymore, but just a part of every day life and speech. There were so many things he didn't recognize or understand, he hadn't really stopped to notice the things he really did. (Except for Tony's Wizard of Oz reference on the helicarrier.)

Quiet for a bit, just enjoying the moment, Steve started assembling one sandwich, then another. On the third one, he started hesitantly, "Do─ would you─ who was he?" he finally settled on. "Erik. He's... one of your─people?" He did not want to call them voices in her head, partly because that made her sound crazy, and he knew she wasn't; but also because, to her, they weren't just voices, but whole personas, whole people, with their own thoughts and ideas. They just happened to be connected to her mental party-line, that was all.

He also didn't want her to feel like she had to tell him anything more than she felt comfortable with, but he was starting to understand that Rogue wouldn't mention something, if she didn't mind talking about it, at least a little bit. Asking who Erik was gave her the chance to decide how little or much she felt like divulging.