"I don't know, that sounds kinda fun to me," Bucky replies on a laugh. Appearances, after all, can be deceiving; a cursory glance at his person might reveal nothing dangerous of note, but he doesn't go anywhere without a knife, let alone one of his guns. It's old habit more than anything else, and given the unpredictable nature of the island, probably a wise habit, too. Even so, he won't be wasting precious ammo on some dinky ride, even if Jason's warning makes him more curious than not.

"Then again," he adds, catching sight of a quieter area up ahead, "you're kinda making me want to defend my honor, with all this pity talk of yours."