"Right." So, his actual eyes or whatever. That explains a lot about the ill-fitting young meat suit and Bucky unconsciously adjusts how he might interact with John. If he can handle self-introductory trees and snarky raccoons, he can handle whatever white elephant they're dancing around.

"Velveeta. It's plastic sludge Americans market as 'cheese'." Bucky probably doesn't make it sound nearly as appealing as it tastes but if there's ever a good time for Bucky to impart pearls of wisdom like 'never trust anything American made', now might be it.

"So how does he know when to sleep and shit?" Bucky asks Arthur with John Doe in their presence. First time in a physical body and all. Bucky is expecting some... teething issues.