"Good, then I don't have to worry about them lookin' at me," Bucky flashes a grin, because he knows what Inigo means, but he's nervous as hell and it's the easiest way to deflect some of that anxiety.

He pulls his arm free of Inigo's grip, only so he can toss it over the shorter man's shoulders, and starts leading him towards the springs. Luckily for them, everything on this island seems to be pretty close together -- at least all the stuff he wanted to visit. "It's a shame I can't get drunk. A nice cold beer in the hot spring would be just the ticket," he sighs. It wouldn't have gotten him drunk anyway, but it seems like a waste to drink one when there's not even a chance of it. "What kinds of things remind you of summer back home?" He asks, by way of distraction. "Aside from the smell, I guess..." The undead had to smell way worse during the summer months, he assumes.