"The road is your home?" Sam said, pulling her hand back and hooking her thumb through her beltloop. "What are you? A cowboy? Roadie? Oh, shit, please don't tell me you're a Dead Head because I hung out with a group of them once and got so stoned and the sense memory makes me wanna ralf."

That word again. Bucky kept making fun of her for saying it.

Well, buck him.

She smiled pleasantly enough, but something was nagging at the back of her brain. She couldn't really define it but...something felt a little off about this guy. As it was, she was still forming hypotheses about where exactly he came from.

Besides Detroit. And the 'road' apparently.