[ The choice in table is much appreciated. The station is the place where they are safest, even with the malfunctions, because they haven't got to pretend to be Nysan natives here; there's no worry of slipping up on that cover, of being found out somehow. And more so for Peggy, she maintains the cover of being a woman who simply manned radios during the war and became a secretary right after. She can count on one hand the number of people who are privy to the truth of her, and now Bucky is among them.

Having her back to a wall and eyes on all the exits is an old habit and one she's glad he indulges. ]

Here we are, [ she says a few minutes later, bearing a tray of two plates with burgers and fries. ] I thought a milkshake may be a little indulgent, but if you fancy one once we're through here, I won't say no. [ Then, almost teasingly, ] Elbows off the table if you please, Sergeant Barnes.

[ She's clearly in a good mood. Warmer than she was during the war, more at ease. It may be because she's around a man she trusts to watch her back, a man she knows Steve trusts with his life, but it's also because there's no pretense here. She slides in to sit across from him, albeit a little gingerly, given how she's still recovering from what happened on the planet. Seems she's always a little banged up these days.

There's a stretch of comfortable silence before she breaks it with a question that could be prying or simply innocuous: ]

How are you?