"Hello, James," Zemo greets casually, as if it is perfectly natural for him to be in Bucky's home. Just dropping by for a cup of tea, really. Nothing to worry about, obviously. His hands slip into his coat pocket and he tilts his head, looking over the man with a lingering, pleasant smile on his lips.

"Themba... is that her name? Very nice dog, by the way." Although-- "You may want to work on her ability to guard you while you sleep."

It's... a bit sad, really. Bucky is sitting around this old, dusty house that needs work, with barely a stitch on, on the floor. Not how he was supposed to be spending his freedom, he would suspect.

"Although you shouldn't worry. I didn't come here to kill you... merely to see what's become of the infamous Winter Soldier."