Steve has finally gotten out of the house, getting himself a nice, wool coat, with matching mittens and hat, and is finally warm enough to actually enjoy the outdoors. So much so that he pauses as he slithers by a bench, detouring to head towards it. He's not been here long, but certainly long enough to tell that this man is a newcomer, like he was.

"Hey there," he says as he approaches, lest he be mistaken for a hostile. "Need some help sorting out the fake ones?" When he smiles, he's missing his canines, and behind him stretches a black snake's tail with a rainbow sheen over the scales. Like a centaur, but with a snake instead of a horse. His irises are slit like a cat's, and it's possible to notice his tongue is forked if you look closely enough, but other than that he looks fairly typical for a human.