Bucky should have been more surprised by the new arrival but he was tired and his defenses had been down. He just stared for a moment instead.
"I wasn't talking about you." He deadpanned, not quite looking at her anymore, but past her, to the window again. "I was talking about them. The ones who live here."
At her next question Bucky huffed a humorless laugh. "That depends on who you ask." He was almost certain there would be people on this station who would condemn the things they'd had to do to survive. Would condemn them for coming here at all. He couldn't find enough energy to care.