Bucky was momentarily surprised when he finally saw Tammy in the flesh. She seemed younger than she had in texts (and in her picture), but it wasn't something that really deterred him at all. Parts of him were still a product of the decades he'd grown up in, after all.

He shook his head. "No, not at all. I'm glad you could make it."

Locking the door behind her, he waved at the small couch and the single chair the modest room had to offer for seating. "Get comfortable, I guess. I don't really have anything to offer to drink except water." He definitely hadn't noticed any shock on the girl's face on seeing him, so he figured she had realized who he was after all.

"You can, uh, call me Bucky."