Bucky gave a small bark of laughter, shaking his head. He figured Eliot was a decent sort, and decided not to bring up the flirting yet; it was subtle, and nothing he couldn't handle, but he didn't really wanna lead the guy on, either.

"There is indeed Skee Ball," he agreed. He shook his head again, the smile crossing his face this time tinged with dark amusement, and a little sadness. "Y'know the really funny thing? I was dead." He swallowed convulsively before continuing, not daring to look and see what expression might be on Eliot's face. "I'd just fallen from a train, over this huge ravine. There was no way I'd survive, and I knew it. I can't decide yet if this is better than the alternative. I mean, I ain't dead... But I don't know what I am, either."

He didn't really give Eliot a chance to respond before taking a quick breath and saying, "Skee Ball, right? Sounds like a blast."

That was about all the introspection he was going to allow himself, at the moment, and more than he'd really wanted in the first place.