[It's such a small movement, but someone like Natasha would probably notice it and Bucky couldn't even try to hide it: as she talked about this other fleet, he leaned in a little more, his grip tightened on the glass and whatever darkness had come into his eyes a moment ago fled under a bright enthusiasm. Almost excitement. He almost doesn't even register the 'other thing' part, his mind is racing.]

I need to talk to them. They're...everything you just said is almost word-for-word what offworlders said about District 13. The rebellion. The rebellion I helped start.

[He's clearly distracted as his mind comes up with and discards plan after plan after question he needs to ask this other fleet. But he nearly jolts as his mind reminds him she wasn't done.]

Sorry- what other thing?