He'd assumed she would from the first question about wanting a closer look. That she asked again specifically for touch did a lot to relax Bucky. Having people be considerate of his space and his wishes was a nice change.

"S'pose I don't mind having a pretty dame hold my hand." The words came out without really checking with his brain first, and he felt a faint flush of heat across his cheeks as he realized what he'd said. Flirting. That was flirting. He'd been good at it, once, he was pretty sure.

Flustered, he tried to cover it. "You a tech or something? Or just curious?"