"I have a name, and it's not robot car," Drift insists testily. He leans forward a little to watch.

"It's Drift." He seems happy to simply let finding a way to keep the guy's eyes closed be Bucky's problem. Drift helped. That's it. That's his good deed for the day. The lady that Bucky speaks to is hurrying along in an effort to get away from the chaos--but she pauses and hesitantly hurries across the street to offer Bucky her scarf before hurrying on with a nervous glance at Drift where he still sits in the middle of the street.

"Just stay calm, okay?" Drift adds to the man in Bucky's grip, who nods. His earlier panic seems to have eased, at the very least.