Making a bed can be therapeutic for Steve. He likes the routine of it. It had helped him center himself during his time overseas and it helps him now to feel grounded in what he's starting to accept as his new home for the next few years. The sheets are tight with careful military corners on the blanket. He smooths each layer out, starting over a few times with the blanket before he finally decides that it's right. They'd taken his dog tags along with the rest of the personal items and he feels a little bare without them, even under the full cover of the baggy prison uniform. Well, it should be baggy, but it seems a little tight over the muscles of his shoulders when he bends forward.

It takes a moment to notice he's being watched. Or maybe it's longer than that. He's almost done when he notices, but he finishes the last corner before he turns around to acknowledge the presence, anyway. It's a subtle show of dominance, he knows, but it's not one he can help. Keeping his head down and being overly deferential isn't going to serve him here and it's not in his nature, anyway. He's not going to kowtow to anyone.

When he finally turns to the other man, he keeps his face neutral. It's not the sort of place where a smile seems appropriate, but he's also not looking to start a fight over nothing. Steve's usually agreeable until he's given a reason not to be and that doesn't have to change here.

"Are you Barnes? I'm Steve Rogers." He approaches Bucky with his hand out for a shake.