Rumlow was more than willing to be an asshole when it suited him to be, generally on first introductions. If people couldn't take the attitude, they weren't worth investing any time having a conversation with in general. He was a man who considered that he could make the hard calls, compartmentalize and have the thickest skin of them all... well, it had been thick before the burns anyway.

"Don't find too many soldiers, not like us anyway. I hear a lot of soldiers from countries and planets I've never heard of, and some of their wars are apparently beyond my comprehension." He shook his head, willing to just talk it out, to fill the air with bland and easy conversation.

He jerked more wires and stuff them in his pack, wiping his nose on the back of his glove and considered the Soldier for a long moment. Despite how much he despised giving it out, he knew better than to give his last name. "I'm Brock," he said, choking down the sneer about the name. "Bucky's not your actual first name, right? Otherwise, I feel like you were teased a lot in grade school."