It was a stinky, crumbling place, but it wasn't the worst place Steve had landed in, or gotten patched up at. In a war, people had to settle for what they could get, and right now he was just glad that there was a roof over his head, a minimally clean bed for him to lie down in, enough supplies to tend to most of the injuries, and no bombs being dropped on them.

Better than most places he'd been so far. Besides, his injury wasn't too severe either.

Which was why the attention given to it got him frowning a little, as he propped his weight up a little, pressing a hand over the dressing wrapped around his torso.

"They changed it in the morning, it's fine," he said, giving the soldier a sweeping look. Unlike most everyone else, who didn't seem to pay much mind, little details caught his eye, but he said nothing about them for now. "Worse things for the nurses to deal with around here than my minor injury. Or the flies."