Galen Marek // Bucky Barnes
Bucky knew there were others even from his own world who'd suffered similar fates as him, though those specifically made to be like him were now all deceased. But he wasn't naive enough to think that there weren't others out there, in different worlds and universes, who'd undergone similar treatment. If this guy suffered a similar history, that was unfortunate. But he seemed like he was doing okay, and he hadn't posed a danger in town so he saw no need for alarm. If he was an asshole? That wasn't really a problem. Bucky had dealt with plenty both before and after the serum. Hell, he could be an asshole, too.
"Well, honestly, I'm not from here either," he said. "But from what I've observed it seems this place has a lot going on all day and all night. And if you stand here long enough people passing by will give you enough pamphlets for all you can eat buffets and strip shows and plenty more that you'll basically end up with your night planned for you." He shrugged. "And then there are the casinos. If you've got money, you can go gamble and try to win more. Or lose it all, depending on your luck."