"Hey, could be worse. At least it's not raining."

He doesn't want to think about how miserable it would be trying to get through this dense underbrush in the wet. Bucky rolls his shoulders in a stretch, glancing over curiously at her offer. It's generous, but—

"You sure about that? It'll only dull the blade, and that's bad news if we get attacked for real."

He certainly doesn't doubt her ability with it, especially if it's anything like her ability to keep up with him. And, well, she'd admitted to being a fighter, so he's assuming that she's not just boasting.