[Bucky's at least pretty good (pretty, because God knows he still has - had? - his moments) at not seeming like he's trying to patronize her. It's more like he just wants to help, which is exactly what's happening. He's never, ever been good at just sitting around when there's something you can be doing.

So he helps her drink, and then sets the cup down within arm's reach on the bedside table when she's finished.]

We could probably come up with something. [He even manages to force one corner of his mouth upwards in what might be considered a smile in response to hers. A small one, and one that's definitely still distracted and guilty, but it's better than nothing.

Now to think about what you give the person who already knows how goddamn shitty it can be to be here.]

I'm Bucky. [Er, well.] Sergeant James Barnes, I go by Bucky. Helena's my inmate.

[So.]

We're probably gonna be seeing a lot of each other.