Words could not describe how Bucky felt. He felt off. This place, everything that was happening. He wondered if this was some sort of retribution or penance for the things he'd done as the Winter Soldier. He wasn't even sure that he believed in that sort of thing, but yet those thoughts were plaguing his mind now.

He blinked, feeling a tingle around him. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he felt like he wasn't alone. It was his training, for preparing the unexpected attack. He turned, suddenly, arms raised as if to grab whoever was behind him. He stopped himself just at the last second, remembering that he needed to not attack everyone in this hotel, as much as he wanted to. People behind him were just that, not necessarily trying to get the jump on him.

"No," he murmured. "I..." Bucky hesitated. "They don't really give you a map, do they?" Bucky eyed the man in front of him, taking in his appearance with a curious expression. "Just... Trying to get acclimated." A pause. "Settled."

Bucky raised his human hand and motioned around him. "Is this place always so... busy?" He wasn't sure that was the right word. "I think I should just try to find my room. Or a drink." Even if he couldn't get drunk, he could feign it.