This is why Bucky doesn't talk. People feel bad when he does, even when he doesn't want them to. And he doesn't mean just Zemo or Oeznik when he says 'people' - it's usually everyone, in some way.

"We'll see what tomorrow brings." Bucky tries an encouraging smile on for size. He doesn't want to say he's hoping things will turn out one way or another. Honestly, he doesn't know if he has much of a preference, beyond Zemo getting what he's comfortable with. All he's familiar with is having good days and bad days, and he can only hope that tomorrow will be an even better day than what they've already had so far.

"Is anything else different?" Obviously there's different body parts, different clothes and all that, but Bucky's more wondering if there's anything unexpected. Like if the coffee somehow tastes different.