A human who knew his name. It would have made him worry more if Sam hadn't yet drawn his weapon, and if Bucky didn't already know that he was currently the only one wandering around outside. He might have thought it was a trap otherwise. A diversion.

"How-hh-" he cleared his throat and prepared to try again. It was a little hard to talk like this sometimes; his jaw and vocal chords didn't always agree. "Who are you?" Even when he managed understandable words, they still came out as a guttural growl.