The simple action and silence afterwards spoke volumes and Bucky caught the hint. He ran a hand through his hair, combing it back out of his eyes, and looked up from where he sat.

"What's the third question? Did they deserve it?" He shook his head. "If this is a personality quiz, I'm probably not the best candidate. If they're here--HYDRA--if they find me and wipe me again, I'm dangerous." Too dangerous. The only person that had ever stopped him, was he even here? Probably not. "If we're stuck here for a while, and something happens... If I start killing, don't fight me. Run. Take everyone you can and get as far away from me as possible. Don't try reasoning with me. It won't matter who you are or what you say. I'm a weapon." He let out a breath and rested his hand on the metal plate. "I wish I could give you more than that. A kill switch or a trump card..." He shrugged.

"We all have our demons." His were different than Daryl's, but he had a feeling they were just as potent as Daryl's.

"So, snares? You're an experienced hunter?" Yep, subject shift. Assuming Daryl still wants anything to do with the assassin.