James nodded slowly, admitting that Daryl was right. As much as he didn't like it, he couldn't change it as of right now. Getting worked up over it wouldn't fix it.

Daryl took charge once again and he barely gave a sign that he acknowledged it before acting on it. He started to move but stopped himself after only a few steps, turning half way back to Daryl. Again, it wasn't that he was against the order. It was actually a very sound course of action, it was his own reaction that bothered him. This was a conscious effort to break himself of the remnants of the programming.

"From what I've seen, I don't need to tell you to be careful. So I'll say take care instead. I'll rendezvous when we're both on site. And..." He hesitated, thinking over his words carefully before saying them. "I guess, call me Bucky. That's what I went by before they messed with my head. I wasn't sure I knew 'Bucky' anymore, but I'll try to remember him." And then he swept out of the ship to gather their supplies.