"I... I've been in worse situations. This looks pretty nice for being trapped."

Bucky looked up at her. It wasn't her fault that he was here and he did know that. Hesitantly, he reached out and patted her hand. "I... I get it. Thank you, for telling me what you know." He smiled in spite of everything happening. "It's not your fault. Won't hurt the messenger."

Bucky took a bite of the cookie. He'd forgotten what chocolate tasted like.

"And you... You settle in here? Find a room. A job?"