Bucky couldn't help but kind of feel for the guy. This was clearly not his scene, and he could understand that. Bucky wasn't sure how well he'd fair in a busy city but he knew some people were made for that kind of life. He didn't think he'd like being around that many people, moving at that fast of a pace. So he understood how someone might be put off by the slower paced, more isolated lifestyle of living in a town like this one.
"You'd be surprised by the power of carved ornaments," he said, and kind of surprised himself that he'd offered up a bit of a teasing comment. Tony. His name was Tony Stark, and somehow the name just really, really seemed to fit him despite Bucky not knowing him at all. Being in a town where everyone already knew him, he didn't think much about his name sounding a little funny to someone who might not know it was a nickname, or what it was a nickname for.
"Nice to meet you, Tony." Gruff as he was, Bucky actually was a pretty good, nice guy once you got past that exterior. "I assure you my mother will fuss over you to make sure you're comfortable."