[ Ex-military is right. Steve has never agreed to join the army here, and he certainly isn't wearing any sort of uniform either. He's got on desert gear that will keep him protected from the storm if he gets caught in it, though, a pair of goggles currently hanging around his neck because the winds aren't blowing too hard at the moment. He's also got a hooded cloak, some heavy-duty boots, and thick gloves, every inch of his skin covered save for his face.

Nothing he isn't used to, after wearing uniforms for years. ]

As much as they'd like us to enlist, they haven't gotten to the point of instituting a draft. [ Though Steve's tone sounds unsure rather than relieved, because he wonders on a regular basis if they'll eventually reach that point, and what sort of chaos will unfold as a result. Most Summoned aren't going to accept that laying down.

As soon as Cid holds out his hand, Steve takes it and gives it a firm shake. ]

Steve Rogers. And it depends on how you mean. We've been dealing with the storm for a few weeks now, but I live in Cadens. This outpost is where the summoning ritual is performed, though, and it was about time, so I figured I'd come see who was fresh from the well.

[ No familiar faces, but that's for the best. Steve still wants to help anyone like Cid who's been dragged into this mess with little explanation. ]