Bucky turned, glancing at the man who had called out to him. If he was shocked by the man's visage, he didn't show it. Dark eyes looked down at the atlas, before back up at the man's face. When he spoke, his words were soft, murmured just loud enough that someone could hear him.

"I am." He blinked, giving a small shrug of his shoulders. "This place is... It's off putting. Or the... Situation is?" He still wasn't sure about it all, but he was trying to get there. The idea that he couldn't go home again gave him the most pause.

"Looking for something," he asked, motioning to the atlas.