This Bucky reminds her so much of the one she knew years ago. From when he was still learning how to navigate the world, how to figure out his place in it. It's a peculiar feeling of déjà vu in the way it's layered on top of the déjà vu she's already experiencing from him being here to talk to at all.

She can't help but smile a little as she listens to him correct himself and shift his course. "Look at it this way," she points out. "You're talking to a woman that already knows that and likes what you bring to the table. So what's there to be nervous about?"