Why are you invisible and the rest of us aren't?

[ He woke up like this. Maybe another person going through what Chris was, albeit a lot differently given his lack of transparency. He squints, folds his arms over his chest. ]

That's not bad, Steve Rogers. I'm Chris Beck.

[ Glancing around, he tries to pinpoint Steve's exact location. He goes by the sound of his voice, the missing clothing, but there's nothing. No glimmer, no sign that anyone is there. ]

You're gonna have to talk while we do this.