Oh, he's definitely being weird again. Weird about a lot of things. No fun at all, stammering his way away from some harmless flirtation. But Zemo just gives a gracious nod and starts out.

He'd rather drive, if he's honest, but it may be for the best if Bucky does it. Gives him elsewhere to focus his thoughts after their rather... shaky morning. So that means avoiding Oeznik's curious gaze as he maneuvers his way out, and into the passenger seat of their waiting car.

He settles in comfortably, eyes focused out the passenger window. "At least let us see if there is another place to get clothes than Wal-Mart."

They won't be his usual quality, no matter what, but he'd rather have at least some choice.