The corners of his eyes crinkled slightly when she called him Mr. Bucky, the sentiment hitting a bit harder than it probably should have. His gaze shifted down to the star case around her wrist when she mentioned it, brought it up for him to see, then returned to watch her speak. Whatever was going on in Goodland, he didn’t appreciate it for himself but he’d forgo that for how much he didn’t think it was right to rope kids into it.
“Don’t worry, you’re okay,” he said quietly, offering her what he hoped was a reassuring smile. He pulled the note from the air nearby, holding it carefully in his hand as he held it out to her. “I had one of these when I got here, you want to read it with me?”