"Yeah, that gate," Steve replies as he takes the cup and gulps down half of it in one go. He sets the glass down and then gives Hopper a deeply offended look. "Hey, give me some credit. We figured out how to get down to their weird underground bunker, okay? I won a fight! We kept everyone alive!"

After his brief outburst, he slumps back in the chair and reaches for the second pop tart. "And yeah, that too. Just me, though. Well, the beating part. But we got out, man! And now-- oh, shit. Pretty sure telling you was gonna be the next part. So, yeah. Starcourt is a total Russian front! You've gotta shut it down. Or-- you still have connections, right?"

All the thinking makes Steve's head throb and he drops the pop tart and puts his hand over his mouth, staring up at Hopper with one wide eye as his stomach starts to heave.