Bucky had had his fill of drone exploits the day before. He passed his tray over to his roommate, not even bothering to take the food from Dick's tray after. He had spent the morning staring at the PDC that was apparently a necessary tool for his future career as a threat assessor and trying to learn how it worked without getting assistance from the strangers he really didn't trust to begin with.

As far as roommates went, Dick was fine, and Bucky had no problems with him. He didn't think of Dick as nearly as much of a threat as the non-special REDs in their corridor.

"Knock yourself out. I'm trying to cut back on the metal in my diet." A few minutes later there was a frustrated growl from the soldier whose prosthetic arm was tucked into his jumpsuit pocket as it had been all morning. He was trying to make the PDC function with one hand and had managed to confuse the hyphens and periods for digital morse code. That may have still proven useful to the soldier were he not inputting it into what was essentially a notepad function on the device.

"How do you change frequency on this damn radio?"