He realizes he'd phrased it wrong before Bucky even answers. The arm is an asset. A well-maintained one, given how quickly it was repaired between one meeting and the next. Of course it's the one a brainwashed supersoldier would think of first, and for a moment everything in him aches. He lets it. An indulgence. One he won't be able to afford again.

"No, Buck. The other one. I dislocated it. Did you get it back in all right?"