"Somethin' like that," he mutters, lips turning down as they amble on around the corner toward the library. A few other faces pass and definitely take in Steve, but none of them hold quite the same ire as Alex's had. Scuffing his shoes might be one thing, Alex probably wouldn't have minded if he'd scuffed them in the process of getting on his knees like the guy wanted. "He's not too used to people he can't buy."

He isn't offended by the probing question, but he doesn't seem so inclined to tell his story just yet to a veritable stranger. It'll undoubtedly come up again, Steve's stuck in his cell for potentially years and Alex sure as shit isn't going anywhere any time soon. Bucky'd just like to have a few miles under his belt before he has to get into the whole shady affair. He gestures toward the library doors, and opts for a swift and unsubtle change of subject.

"Not really a whole lot of anything newer than 2005, think they had some kind of prison literacy revival back then but after they cut funding the only thing they update's the law school stuff." For prisoners vocally and unrelentingly insistent on reading up about their own cases, their rights, the legal precedent surrounding their offenses. Some things never change.