"You the type to conspire with criminals?" He asks, lips curling up just a hair as Steve settles in toward his right. Obviously rhetorical, and for the first time he wants to ask what Steve did to get himself landed here. He doesn't though, that's a rookie mistake and he hasn't made it in eighteen months.

Asking what someone did wrong with their life is a can of worms at best and a lifetime enemy from the jump at worst, so he pockets the urge and guides them past the commissary. "You can stock up on junk food and hygiene supplies there. Think the max amount you can have on your account is like three hundred bucks or something, but if you keep a steady job and don't blow through the Cup Noodles you'll be fine."

They pass a set of chained and guarded double doors, which Bucky doesn't go into detail on, just vaguely says, yard. They can't head out there now anyway, too late in the day and it's raining outside. And the last stop is the bathrooms, rows of urinals and toilets across from showers partitioned by tear-away curtains.

He points to one on the far left, "That's got the best water pressure. Two doors down the cold doesn't work so if you like scalding water, you're in for a treat. Annnnd-"

A point at the one on the furthest right. "That one's got a glory hole, so unless you're aiming to suck or be sucked, best steer clear."