Bucky looks out at people chatting and smiling. It's nice. He likes that sometimes, too, but there are times when he needs a little barrier between himself and others. Or right now when he needs to acclimate a little to the change in surroundings and the fact that this place is real but also isn't real. Or something. He doesn't really understand what makes this possible.

"They're having their own fun." He pets the bird gently on the head with two fingers. "Besides if it gets too popular over here it won't be cool anymore. I think that's what the kids would say."