There's a quirk to the corner of Steve's mouth that he can't quite suppress. Bucky is observant. He hopes that rules out one worry. Most people don't tend to be that observant if they're high and he'd rather not live in a space where he could be blamed for someone else's contraband. Steve knows he's big enough that he can defend himself in a struggle if he has to, but there are some things he knows he can't account for or predict.

The last thing he wants is to get more time added to his sentence. Of course, that's no guarantee that there aren't other things in the room, but Steve's hoping he's actually lucked out with a roommate who might also want to do his time and leave.

"Afghanistan. You?"

It's an easy assumption to make at that question. He's not sure if it's good or bad that the other man's likely served, too. Steve had found a level of camaraderie in the army that he'd enjoyed, but he'd also met his share of pig-headed bullies there. It's not in Steve's nature to see anything less than the best in anyone, though. He's feeling cautiously optimistic.

Besides any of that, Bucky's really not bad-looking, but he'll keep that to himself in here, even if his eyes go down for a moment, assessing. He's in good shape. Handsome. It's not entirely surprising that he'd served once Steve gets a good look at him.