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17/9/15 21:44 (UTC)
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Bucky warily side-eyes her, mouth in a tight line. He struggles against agreeing, thoughts that threaten to peek out, so he settles for a cough against the cold instead to clear the itch from his throat.

"If we're so gullible, do you truly believe we're superior?"

Is this really the time and place for that, Professor Oak Bucky? He just knew she wasn't buying into all the crap she'd said, though, so it warms his heart to know his intuition's still as keen as ever. He moves on quickly, hurries his pace as lights finally show through the foggy, dusty winds.

"Anyway, don't flatter yourself. You don't know how fast night falls up here. Something tells me you woulda been freezing your ass off all night. I'm sure you're competent, but it's how this is up here - mother Russia isn't great about forgiveness from the cold."

The wind dies down long enough for him to get some air to the rest of his face as he tugs the mask down.

"How did a villager in such a remote place earn the interest of someone very obviously not from here?"

(Takes one to unknowingly know one, eh?)
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