A man steps into his line of sight. He's high enough in clearance that he isn't required to wear the jumpsuit, but instead wears the Armed Force camouflage with a pin indicating the he has BLUE clearance. He is the only other person in the room, though there are signs that others had been present. To the right of Bucky is a table littered with tools and gauze spotted with blood.

"Satisfactorily," the man says, taking the chair beside Bucky. His expression is nearly unreadable, though there is an unsettling sharpness to his eyes. He nods to the arm. "Take a look for yourself."