"Pretty much. Stayed there after the war, been there ever since."

Again, he's playing the game of things that are true but not quite entirely honest. He had gone back to Cardiff after the Second World War, had been there ever since, except for the occasional mission. But that was more than sixty years ago.

"Kinda like it there," he says, with a lopsided smile.

That's ... actually, it's almost true. Of Cardiff if anywhere on Earth. It's become familiar. His little corner to save. Until he got the chance to leave.

Until now.

Jack's eyes rest again on the security officer. Bucky talks like a soldier, like he's reporting to a superior, maybe out of the old training that taught him to do that so well it sticks even here, even now.

"Well, it's good to know what the arrangements are, at least."

Even if his expression is a little wary.