"Almost a hundred and fifty of us." It sounds like a lot when they say it out loud. They're not exactly used to how crowded it is on the train, but they're not as uncomfortable as they used to be, they think. Going back after having a proper bathtub and their own room might be harder than it used to be, but still. It's closer to home than it used to be. "I'm not gonna be alone when you go back to your Bucky, Steve. I've got people here."

They give a small, lop-sided smile. "You might not like this me as much, anyway. I'm not quite like how you remember."