He continued to watch her as she swam through whatever reactions that she was experiencing. The flitted through her eyes, the doorway to a person's mind, and he studied them as much as he did her body language. She wasn't comfortable being here; he suspected she hadn't expected to be in this situation with him. Interesting that she apparently knew him and he only felt twinges of something stirring under his vast conditioning and the implants.

He shifted again, a slight rock of his body on the bed before he slowly flexed his fingers. He had been trained to escape such things, knew that he probably could if given the opportunity to be alone, but... that was for another day. She was here, and he narrowed his eyes more at her casual question.

"Who is 'Bucky'?" Was she referring to him? He shivered across his strained shoulders, casting his eyes suddenly away. Why... did that sound like something he should know? Bucky? Bucky? Who was... was he Bucky?