Steve looks around and hates the fact that he once again is going to be poking around someone's mind. The consent helps but this is a little kid. Smaller even than Erica, maybe. It rubs him the wrong way to just force him through what might be trauma or hidden pain. It was bad enough to go through it himself and he's practically an adult.

"Is there anything you'd like me to see?" It's worth a shot. "Or anything here that's...nice?" He shrugs a shoulder. "I can also just sit down and we can talk, Boba. I am not gonna just...make you do this shi- stuff. We can just....figure out what to do together?"