[ Bucky can't help laughing gently, both at the joke and her attitude. It feels like they've all been having to look over their shoulders since they got here, but it's refreshing to hear that sort of fuck it quality. ]

And here I am just covering my metal arm with a sleeve and a glove like a chump. If your friend could do anything to help me hide that, I'd be happy to trade some labor or food or something for it. The one-glove look gets me weirder questions here than it ever did in New York.