"To settle in." Bucky knew what he was saying, the idea he was trying to convey at least. His head tilted and he glanced down at the atlas, looking a little closer at it. Bucky was getting it, for the most part. He really didn't have any choice in the matter, either.

He had to admit, he liked maps too. "The information is factual. Resolute. Doesn't change. Very few variables." He turned to Mildmay, nodding his head. "She said we were out of time and space. Wouldn't be in any atlas." He frowned, hating the idea of just being stuck somewhere that nobody would ever find them.