They probably make quite the pair, a slip of a young woman and a man with a metal arm. Bucky's aware of the staring, though he's not sure if it's because they're together, or because of the Jewels they wear. Either way he's staying close to his companion's side, simply because he doesn't trust people at all and the temptation to act against a seemingly unarmed target may prove too irresistible for some.

"I'm not sure I'd have your skill with people." He says it cautiously as they step around a puddle. Bucky's aware that he attracts more stares than not, but at least his physical presence should be enough of a deterrent for trouble. He doesn't quite understand the nature of the political divide in these people, but he does understand the cold and exactly how unpleasant it can be. "Maybe it's not as simple as an outsider sees it."