[That gets a laugh out of him that's somewhere between a little surprised and slightly appreciative. It's all true enough, even if it doesn't quite answer his half serious question - he doesn't have much of a benchmark to know what kind of stuff she'd know and what she wouldn't.

Although really, he can guess most of what he'd be talking about gets glossed over, and he can't fully bring himself to be pissed about that. There's some stuff no one should ever have to know about, and he both does and doesn't want people to understand what it had really been like.

Bucky chases a couple bites of pancake around on his plate with his fork for a second, buying himself a little time.]

I fell off a moving train going about a hundred miles an hour and bounced down a mountain. Woke up here. [Again, it's not the worst thing that's ever happened, but it's close enough.]

Steve tried to grab me. [He glances over at the entrance to the dining hall, either avoiding looking at her when he explains or just checking to see if anyone else is wandering in. And then he just shrugs.] Nothing he could've done.