There's nothing for it except to interrupt the altercation. Fortunately he's able to do so without seriously harming anyone; he tries not to do that anymore. It would've been easier to simply kill them but though Bucky doesn't really understand the nuances of the political landscape here, he is trying not to make that his default course of action. He doesn't have to live that sort of life anymore, he thinks.

He's not unaware of being approached, but decides to let it happen. He's pretty sure he can slip away from her at a moment's notice; she doesn't move like anything other than a normal person. Bucky's not even sure why he's allowing the interaction, save that he does need information about this place and there's something to be gained in firsthand interactions.

"There is no one like me." Not the full truth, but not entirely a lie either. And it's certainly truthful enough for this place, he thinks, watching the way her eyes linger on his arm. It's not the first look it's gotten and he doubts it'll be the last either.