Bucky nods in a way that he understands perfectly, but how is something that won't be easily given up. Containment is containment, no matter how you looked at it. Be it held in a 5-foot by 5-foot cell or in a town surrounding by lethal fog. There was no difference as far as he was concerned.

"So, where do I go in the meantime?" he questions. "And how long have you been here?"