[ For the second time in as many seconds, it seems, he elicits another chuckle from her. It's subdued, as is often the case with any of her bursts of emotion by virtue of the life she's led, but no less genuine for it. And it may be the stark lighting of the mess hall, but Bucky may be able to notice the warmth of a blush creeping across her cheeks at the gentle jab he tosses her way.

He's woken up and gone back to sleep so often during their time on El Nysa, he's only ever caught snatches of the progression of her relationship with Steve. It's the time they were robbed of during the war, the second chance to see what they could become together. And it seems he's remembered it's happened without her prompting. ]

Yes, well, [ she's saying, glancing over at him with a quirk of her lips. ] Lucky me. [ It's sentimental, even for her, but she doesn't mind admitting it to him. ] I'm sure I'll have my hands full now that the pair of you are reunited. I hope our sofa won't be too much trouble for you? On the surface, I mean. Only until we can find better accommodations.