His senses weren't as good as hers or Steve's. But he knew she was there without having to look back. Without having to stop what he was doing. "Hi there, sweet girl." His accent so much thicker than it had been before he'd left. There was no doubting that he'd spent the month in Brooklyn, among it's citizens.
Bucky did give her a glance when he turned back to the dresser and pulled out some socks. He gave her a little bit of a forced smile. "What's up?" Trying to be as nonchalant as possible. Trying not to act like every pass to his bag was killing him. He got to the point that he couldn't fake a smile anymore and he turned back to his bag. Shifting things inside, so he could have a little more room.