How what works? was what he really wanted to ask, but deciding he didn't want to appear too eager, Bucky held his tongue for a moment. He was glad for it, when Eliot pulled out a slim case Bucky recognized well.

Just the thought of a cigarette made him tense in anticipation, and Bucky nodded his thanks. "God, yes," he couldn't help but mutter, reaching for one of the white sticks. As he pulled it out, tamping it a couple times on his palm out of habit, Bucky did finally ask the question, "How what works? You know somethin' about how I got here?" The last was asked around the cigarette he'd already placed in his mouth.