Loki's not the only one evaluating things and trying not to look like he's evaluating things. Oh, it's not that he's giving anything away; it's more that that's exactly what Bucky's doing, so he naturally assumes the other man is as well.

Handshakes are easy. Handshakes are ultimately harmless, especially to someone who can crush a normal man's hand in his grip. Bucky's not trying to do that though, simply offering a firm yet brief clasp of their hands before taking his own hand back to himself. And he's thankful, not for the first time, that it's typical convention to shake with the right hand; it just makes his life easier right now.

"Barnes." Does he need to offer more than that? He'd rather not, even though he's not sure why. Still, he'll keep his silence unless the other man presses. "Sorry I'm not the man with the answers."

That's a thing, right? Commiseration over a common occurrence? Shared confusion? He's pretty sure it's a thing, and pretty sure it's something with which he can play along. Bucky rolls his shoulders, adjusting the strap of his bag across his back, all idle movements that mean very little.

But, looking on the bright side, at least it's not raining.