True to her word she's a solid anchor, unmoved in a way Bucky hasn't expected. It surprises him but he also feels relief from it; though he hadn't wanted to voice the thought it had occurred to him that he might end up pulling her up to him. Fortunately though they don't have to face that possibility and he's quick to sure his end of her lasso once he's firmly back on the ground.

He groans when she mentions the flowers though, brushing his right hand along his left arm. Stems and leaves twine around the limb, fitting into the grooves between the plates and making everything stiff and hard to move. "Won't lie, I'm a little done with flowers right now. This is gonna be a mess to clean out."

A handshake he can do though, one that's warm and firm. He hasn't met many women with a handshake like that; likes it. It reminds him of someone from long ago and that memory doesn't hurt today. "I'm Bucky. Thanks again, you're a saint."