Sadly, the humor was pretty much lost on Miguel. "Kicked out of where?" he asked, his head tilted slightly to the side as he thought on it, and then dropped to the floor. He landed easily on both feet and walked over to the wall, skim-reading as he went and wondering if he'd ever be allowed to add a name or two. His eyes were naturally drawn to the newest name, and then to Bucky himself.
"Sorry about your dad," he said after a moment, before walking on past Bucky and going over to the window to look out. He put a hand up as if to touch it, and then stopped just before he made contact, as if he was worried his talons might break the window and let all that vacuum into the station. He wanted to sit down beside the other man, be quiet and still beside someone else who knew how rare that was, but he was too restless. Shaking apart at the seams after all.
"How long have you been here? Have you eaten recently?" It was hard to get used to the idea that there was readily-available food here all the time. Miguel was still in the habit of stashing food in places, just in case, and he had a couple of stashes nearby.