He looks away when he sees the recognition in her eyes, unsure how to feel about it. She's not the first person to seemingly know who he is while he has no idea of her identity. It's vaguely uncomfortable.

"Honestly? I don't know." He runs a hand through his hair, because that's not easy to admit. "I've been concentrating on food and shelter, mostly. The second one is easy enough, since all the buildings I've seen are empty. They're not in the best shape, but they'll do. Food means mostly hunting or scavenging — it's taking a little getting used to."

Bucky is admittedly more used to hunting humans, but that doesn't seem like an appropriate thing to say.