The fact that she was able to open 'his' door so easily had Bucky frowning. If she could, who else could? There was definitely no way he was sleeping in there any time soon. Granted, any hideaway spot he could find wouldn't be lockable, but at least nobody would know to look for him there.

He'd already met at least one person on this ship who'd probably rather see him dead, after all.

"Mack?" His roommate appeared to have gone out, which was good or the place would have been a little cramped with three of them.

Bucky leaned against the doorframe, reluctant to step into the snow and ice, watching the engineer. "Anything I can do to help? You got a name or rank I oughta be addressing you by, or should I just stick with ma'am?"