"...yeah." He's still getting used to living life with one arm again, but the years spent in Wakanda had been helpful. Granted, he had help from the villagers and the elders, but that was mostly for cooking or some of the farm work. He doesn't fumble or look too clumsy right now, pushing himself up after he's sure he won't stumble.

"Not sure what's open at this time." Bucky glances around their immediate vicinity, wondering if he should be more paranoid about what they talk about, who might be listening or watching, and just what the hell do they want. Whoever 'they' are. If he's any more paranoid than he already is, he's most definitely going to be certifiable, and he's probably going to get someone accidentally killed once he starts booby-trapping his house and reinforcing the basement.