Bucky nodded and moved to running the metal fingers of his left hand along the grooves of the panelling until he was able to hook them beneath it and pry the panel back. He was careful not to bend the metal, popping it up at each sealed edge until it was free and set it aside.

"Looks to be a good hike, especially with the wounded. If they have a chance of making it through on their own, they'll need to set the pace for the rest of us." He worked on another panel while he spoke, hissing when his fingers brushed a live wire, lighting the darkened cab with a spark.

"Some of this is still active. If there's a communication system left on this ship, it might still work. We could get in contact with whoever sent us here and get some answers."

"I'm..." He paused, thinking that one over long and hard. "James. I think." He leaned back and held out his flesh hand to shake Daryl's hand. "Thank you. You're the first real human contact I've had in a long time."