[ Bucky nods. He'd never had training in something this supposedly safe, either, but he doesn't bother to say so. If the technology had been there, he probably would have been training in one 24/7 between missions. ]

Small, I'd guess. Who knows if there even is shelter to find.

[ He takes slow, careful steps, feeling snow crunch under his boots. ]

I can't see anything but white. Visibility could be worse, but it could be a lot better, too.