"Yeah? I guess... yeah." He's not sure Dr. Raynor wanted to be saddled with him, but. Maybe Natasha's right. If she really thought he was a lost cause she'd just pass him along to the next shrink like a hot potato and be done with him. In a way, he hasn't made much of a breakthrough because she feels like just another handler. He's had so many over the years that he's inclined to just follow her instructions instead of putting in the effort to establish this relationship and open up to her. But she's been patient enough to stick with him up to now, so. Maybe he should give her more credit.

The first round of tacos arrive and while Bucky doesn't regret ordering, quite literally, one of everything, there are a lot of tacos on their table. He has to take the hat off the table to fit the last plate and then he's left holding the hat gingerly in his hands.

"Nobody used to care, you know? You would think that nobody cares, these days. There's a lot more people and they're all too busy on their phones or whatever." He can't help that centenarian disdain creeping into his voice. It's annoying to say the least when people are so glued to their screens that they lose their spatial awareness. And then there's the fact that they are surrounded by tables of people using their phones right now - what's the point of even going out together if everyone at the table is on their phones talking to someone else?

"But I can't get in and out of some places without somebody taking a photo. And if you're someone like Steve, forget about it."