She doesn't have much to say, for once in her life. Just doe eyed and her teeth dug into her bottom lip, and then she's wrenching her arm away from him.

"Seeing as I won't get paid for it, I'd rather not if its all the same to you. Unhand me, or you might not have both of these hands in a moment."

Panic? Check. Unbridled anger coupled with horror that she's once again "captured?" Oh hell yes. But her bottom lip sets in a stubborn line. Probably trouble on the horizon. In three...

Two...

And up comes a snow boot to Bucky's crotch.