He'd stay, because her company wasn't entirely unpleasant. Settling more into the chair instead of getting to his feet communicated his decision. The whole process of tea making was surprisingly complicated, Bucky was learning. But it was a nice distraction, watching her measure the loose tea, wondering what made the two so different by taste and appearance or if the whole thing was just a gimmick. It was just supposed to be some leaves, right?
Whether he liked it or not wasn't going to be a factor, he was definitely adding honey, trying not to eye it too eagerly as she set it out on the desk. Nobody had called him out on his awful sweet tooth yet, so maybe that was just how he always was and people had given up on it long before somebody hit his restart button and he fell into the habit all over again.
"I was born in Indiana," Bucky recited the fact without any attached emotion, not sure what sort of place Indiana even was or if his accent even matched up with it. He wasn't even sure he'd even be able to pick it out on a map and no idea how long he'd lived there, because his last listed address was in New York, which he equally knew nothing about. But it was proof he used to exist, that he came from somewhere. "You from India?"