Bucky had done his initial stare of the bulletin board, then talked to some people. He took a look around the place, opened up some doors, glanced around some offices and then found himself staring at the board again. Not because he was that bored, but because of the symbols.

When he hears a voice, he jumps ever so slightly, not realizing he was so deep in thought. He steadies his breathing and looks over to the man stepping up beside him.

"Not really," Bucky answers. "Nothing that makes any sense."