"What's it look like I'm doing," Bucky mutters, pulling a long piece of straw from Virginia's mane when he's done loading the gear. With a quick pat to her head, he moves to mount her, swinging a leg over her back and sitting down heavily, the action graceless from lack of sleep. Virginia whinnies in protest, shuffling forward a few steps as though to jar him awake. Bucky rolls his eyes.

"Sorry, sorry," he tells her. "I'm up, I swear."