Bucky was, admittedly, overwhelmed despite the area being a bit underwhelming. He still had a lot of questions but none of them really seemed to have any answers at this point. That wasn't exactly abnormal for someone who'd spent a lot of time trying to find answers to questions about the majority of his life while he was piecing his memory back together. If he started letting the questions build up, it'd be too much. He just needed to try to focus on what was in front of him, instead of the unknown.
It seemed as though he'd been brought here, if he had things like a phone and there was a network of sorts. Something was 'in charge' so to speak, but he wasn't going to venture into that void of wondering at this point. Not yet, anyway. America was trying to be supportive despite not really knowing him, which was incredibly kind. It didn't go unnoticed. "I appreciate that," he said. "It sounds like we're all in the same position here. If there's anything I can ever do for you, please don't hesitate to find me or I guess, ask over the network? If that's how it works."