Frankly it's a miracle he didn't impale himself on the knife in his jacket, but when he hears heavy footsteps stomping towards him he reaches for it automatically, one slipping into his jacket as he pushes himself to his knees - not much of a surprise attack, if it comes to it, but still better than his bare hands - but when he hears Bucky his tension settles a little.

"Purple mermaids," he echoes obediently, and his hand comes back from his jacket empty, so he can pat the area around him warily for his cane. "I'm fine, I just- turned my ankle."

And he's definitely leaning a little more heavily on the cane than is probably advised, his steps careful with a slight limp to them. "I'm going to assume you didn't find anything in your end of things, either?"