Bucky is honestly quite impressed by the way she's chowing through his mac and cheese. And maybe, quietly and privately, a little flattered. He's not much of a cook, having been spoiled by his various caretakers and the conveniences of 24/7 food availability in Brooklyn, and honestly mac and cheese is a little lazy, even for him, but he watches her eat with some level of satisfaction before he goes to finish up making their coffees. At least it's a difficult dish to fuck up too badly.

Placing her steaming cup in front of her, he tries not to make her too uncomfortable with the way he hovers in the kitchen. He has a bit of a staring problem and he's not used to having company, that much is painfully clear, but he's trying to take things in his stride. Putting some distance between them, Bucky backpedals towards the stove and finds a safe place to perch. He quietly observes her for a little while longer before not completely turning his back towards her, setting his coffee aside while he does some washing up in the sink.

He probably has to go through the place and clear up his shit, make it a little less... paranoid bachelor on the verge of a meltdown pad. But maybe he can start with clearing out the sink and then try to inconspicuously circle around the rest of the house while she's busy-- figuring things out or maybe exploring the neighbourhood.