"Right," Steve hummed, looking unhappy, but he was still hopeful. This would help - this had to help. She was a professional, and she'd know how to handle the situation. That was what mattered, because Steve would never admit defeat, but he would and could admit when he needed help. And he needed help in handling this situation, because while he was smart and he could analyze any situation, his analysis told him that he wasn't smart enough to figure this out on his own.

He saw the way the doctor kept her finger on the intercom when she asked for the switch, and he nodded before saying out out, "I do. It's right here." He held it up - of course the Soldier couldn't see it, but Steve assumed he'd know Steve wasn't lying. He wouldn't use the thing - not unless it was absolutely necessary - but he still had it. As a safeguard. And it seemed to work - that got more cooperation out of the Soldier than they had all week, which made Steve hopeful that maybe this really would work... whatever this was.