Nick started to respond in Russian, but drew up short at Bucky's voice. Don't. Your accent is awful, she'll probably just laugh.
Fair enough. He hadn't quite mastered the language himself, but it didn't surprise him in the least that Samantha had. She was like that: anything she did, she had to do it perfectly.
"Madam President," he said instead, a thick layer of sarcasm icing the words. His eyes were caught on the car and truck, too, his body tensed and as ready to spring into action as hers was. Finally, some action; he hadn't been impatient, per se, but he'd definitely rather be doing something than sitting there awkwardly, falling back into stony silence with Samantha.
Not that the Russian barbs were much better, but at least it was something, he guessed. Some hint of emotion toward him.
He watched as people got out of the vehicles and started to move. "Could be it," he commented, pointless except for filling the silence.