Bucky chuckled softly. "Yeah," he teased with a hint of a smile, "the bus has a way of throwing a monkey wrench into the works for everyone." Of course, if it wasn't the bus, it was Immortals with bad senses of humor. Or aliens, robots, and wizards in Sam's Big Three. Or the economy. Or illness. If he thought about it, he supposed Life was just one big monkey wrench.
"But, yes, I was referring more to since we got here to the basecamp." He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, head turning just a bit since she was still walking half a step behind him. "Although, it sounds like you've some things you need to let out before you burst if you're that pent up. I've got an ear and you've got an opportunity if you want to take it."
From the sound of it, there was more than the war with Skynet bothering her and, if she didn't get it out, it was just going to fester, affect her reactions, could even get her killed. He'd seen it too often in those same young recruits he'd been thinking about a moment ago.