"Mhm." Exactly the answer he expected. Since he'd been locked up in solitary, used as a convenient guinea pig it was pretty doubtful that he was going to be briefed on an evacuation plan but the CIA would breathe thick for any list of bases, safehouses, members of the government who were suspected but couldn't be pinned down. The later worth it's weight in gold and Rumlow's conditional freedom.

Sam blinked before following his bond's attention across the van. Steve's eyes were shut, his expression softer but not sleep-soft and he sat comfortably with his arms crossed and his actual attention a million miles away.

"He's talking to his bonded. You can probably guess who that is." Easiest million dollar question ever.

"You're lucky he's actually got his eyes closed, sometimes they're open and it's just freaky as hell."

The commentary gets Steve's attention to come back, blue eyes opening and fixing with a baleful look. If Sam's unimpressed looks were getting more impressive it was only because he was learning from a master. "Yeah, I'm talking about you, Cap. Nothing you haven't heard before. Go back to him." The last part added as a gentle nudge, reassurance that things were at least as okay as they could get at this immediate point in time.