A mother avenging her family... Zemo isn't certain what reception that would have received. He's an easy man to hate though, and he'd be an easy woman to hate. It wouldn't change those who would rather pretend they're not capable of evils when they've lost everything they had, everything they loved. It's easy to scoff and condemn when you are not in that person's shoes. But that hardly matters, does it? He will, hopefully, be back to himself soon enough.

Although being a woman would make it remarkably easier to hide amongst the crowd, not have to look over his shoulder all the time to be identified. At least it will help today. "You are far more optimistic, James."

That he will be back to normal by morning. It's a nice hope, but Zemo has learned not to get those too high when it's situations out of his control. Whether it's digging through debris for his family or waking up in another body.

"I told you that he would not actually skin the cat, didn't I?" Oeznik has his soft spots occasionally. He looks up from a piece of bacon he's been nibbling on, meeting Bucky's eyes briefly.

"James, I... do apologize for the changes to the house." He isn't certain Bucky's anger was entirely justified, but he also hadn't intended to make Bucky uncomfortable in what is essentially his home for the time being.