Bucky's smile returned as he shook the returned hand. When Steve nodded to the street, he nodded in response, tucking his hands into his jacket pockets as he stepped back and turned towards the street, stepping slowly as to fall in line with Steve.
"Sixth floor," Bucky responded. Field office. He had a desk there. Supposedly.
At the question, he hesitated. "Not... really," he said, tilting his head to one side. "Just... been more preoccupied with work. Next thing I knew, almost three months gone, and I still don't even know my neighbors names."