Steve can't say that he isn't the type to conspire with criminals. It's not exactly something that would be a deterrent for him, even before. Maybe it would depend on the crime. Some laws just aren't worth following. Some are downright wrong. He just smiles at the question, looking like he's got a few secrets to keep. It's a teasing look to be sure and maybe he's getting a little too friendly, but it seems like a worthwhile risk.

His eyes skim over the commissary as they pass, thinking of what he might actually buy there once he's got the funds. Between his appetite and personal grooming needs, he really will need to make sure he finds a job that pays enough. He can't expect any money from anyone outside.

Passing the door to the yard gives him pause and he takes a moment to look out the little window. Maybe more than the bars, the fact that he knows he can't be outside without permission is what really drives the point home that he's trapped here. This is real. He's really in prison.

The last steps to the bathroom feel more somber, but he follows Bucky into it, a little too distracted by his thoughts to really commit which shower is best to memory until--

"Doesn't the limited number of guys in here take some of the mystery out of a glory hole?"