[ Bucky has sleeves, but the metal of his hand isn't hidden from view. He's gotten a few questions about it, but nothing that he's found alarming enough to feel like he should be hiding it here, so he's put his energy into other things.
He notices the other man's missing arm, but doesn't comment. This is a simulation, anyway, and he should learn to survive the same as anyone else. Besides, that easily could have been Bucky. If something goes wrong with the arm, it might be some day. He doesn't plan to let it slow him down if that day does come. ]
Not even a little.
[ He smirks. ]
I'm Bucky.
[ Normally, he'd offer a handshake, but he doesn't like the idea of offering his metal hand to shake the other man's left, so he doesn't offer it at all. If he can help it, he doesn't make a habit of touching others with that hand unless it's a reflexive action. ]
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He notices the other man's missing arm, but doesn't comment. This is a simulation, anyway, and he should learn to survive the same as anyone else. Besides, that easily could have been Bucky. If something goes wrong with the arm, it might be some day. He doesn't plan to let it slow him down if that day does come. ]
Not even a little.
[ He smirks. ]
I'm Bucky.
[ Normally, he'd offer a handshake, but he doesn't like the idea of offering his metal hand to shake the other man's left, so he doesn't offer it at all. If he can help it, he doesn't make a habit of touching others with that hand unless it's a reflexive action. ]