No.

[ Her grip is firm without attempting to challenge his, and she doesn't let it linger, even if she wants to.

Which she does. He isn't her Steve, but she can see the resemblance — more in attitude than in features or build. It's the way he holds himself, centered and calm. ]

But you're not the first other version of him I've met.

[ She settles back into her chair, hand light on her mug of coffee, the tip of her index finger tapping idly against the porcelain as she studies him. She hasn't seen even her Steve in... months; it's difficult to take her eyes off him. ]

I heard from Bobbi that you were here. But I have to admit... it's still a little strange.