[That's not a lot of belongings. Not that Bucky can judge, he literally sleeps on an blow-up air bed with a pillow and sheet, and the rest of his possessions fit into a large backpack. It's just a survival technique, always be able to run at a moment's notice.]

About six months, I know where the local stores are and the nearest subway station.

[He hesitates, not wanting it to seem like he's okay to just be this near-stranger's guide.]

But sure, I guess a coffee would be good, if you're insisting.