Mmmm..... [ There had been a bar, definitely, and there had been dancing going on, but Bucky didn't recall participating...couldn't imagine being comfortable moving among so many people. But somehow, now, the idea didn't seem so bad. Maybe she'd like to dance, one day...]

[ She tenses at the touch at first, the feeling of fingers in her hair, but finds it take only a second for it to click in her brain that maybe it's okay, maybe she likes that. Maybe she's allowed to like things. Before she gets anxious thinking about her autonomy too much, she grins tiredly but broadly. ] Thanks, punk. You're an angel. [Has she said that before?]

[ While her blonde benefactor retrieved the groceries - this time without incident - Bucky scanned the room, her thoughts not rebelling against her and instead feeding her curiosity.]

...you still draw, Steph? I remember...everywhere. Paper. Were good. So good. You still do that? ...be kinda dumb if you didn't I guess. [ Her eyes closed again as she spoke, the fatigue of previous events finally taking full grip on her. Her memory was full of charcoal, sketchy lines, doodles of animals playing instruments and mumbled curses when Bucky accidentally made Steph draw the wrong line.]