"Bucky," Margaret repeats, nodding. She withdraws her hand and warms it against her mug. She smiles, but it's more out of reflex than anything. "And--Ah, I'm--no, I'm not, I just happened to...."

She hesitates, unsure of how to proceed. Her eyes flit towards the surrounding crowd, then back towards Bucky.

"...to find myself in Sweetwater a few months ago. Isn't it crazy how things can just...y'know, happen like that?"

Margaret isn't very good at being particularly subtle.