Nodding in understanding, and not the least bit surprised or offended, Raava stepped back, taking the chair with her and putting it back in it's place. Giving him deliberate space as she returned to her side of the desk. She had dealt with convicts, children that were in gangs before puberty and drug dealers who watched their siblings overdose. Bucky needing time before he would unpack his baggage, or at the very least feel comfortable with the thought of doing so, was not alarming or off putting to her.
Sitting down and picking her tea back up she relaxed back into her seat as if serious topics were not being discussed. It had been her experience that if she didn't act like there was a need to panic or act deathly solemn, it helped others feel that way as well.
Gesturing to the colorful office, "If you ever need to, you can come by. You don't need to talk. No one will bother you here," Leaning forward marginally, she sought out his eyes though they were downcast, "You don't scare me Bucky Barnes, and you will find it difficult to upset me." Venting and ranting were expected here, and people needed to know she wouldn't be scared off or upset if they snapped or didn't sugar coat their words. There had been students at her previous schools who were hounded by their peers for whatever reasons, and sat in her office while she did paperwork and studied or even did their nails. It was an odd life she led.