[She's quiet for a moment after those words and she sighs, her fingers fidgeting softly. When she speaks, her voice is quiet, a little rough and she pulls her knees up under her chin, looks at the wall instead of him.]

I know, I've thought about it myself. It's-- there were people that did that sort of thing back home. They'd take your memories to keep you from questioning.

[This is personal, not something about Bucky. She wouldn't share it with just anyone, but she knew him, even if he doesn't know her.] So I know it's not impossible. But with the Natha it is impossible to verify.

[Back home she'd only realized once she started to remember.]