Having been distracted by everything else, Bucky hasn't even had a chance to look outside one of the frosted windows. He crosses over to Jason, edging just in front of the kid so he'll be able to see the sights. A hushed swear passes through his lips as he takes it all in, eyes widening slightly. He's lived through some crazy crap on this island, but this is on a whole other scale. Gingerly setting down the arm, he presses his now empty hand to the imperfect glass, letting the condensation form beneath his palm before he draws back.

"Looks like."