[ Credit where credit is due, and Sam can't help but grin a little at the way she acknowledges the impressiveness of her own actions. He drops his offered arms when it becomes clear she doesn't need to - or want to - lean on him. Also something he can respect.

Saints gets a slight quirk of his brows, a question he doesn't bother putting into words right now. He's stopped bothering to assume people are from a world like the one he knows - kinda difficult to hold onto that egocentric notion when you fight aliens alongside people from completely different solar systems anyway. ]

Sam Wilson. Pleasure to meet you. I hear you on the food. Best I can do you is get you some of that delightful protein sludge. The grub here ain't exactly a delight, huh?

[ What he does offer her is a canteen of water, though. ]