He doesn't respond to the question, although he gives Steve a knowing little look, glancing up from under his lashes, that ought to be answer enough. Both, and magnetized, and outfitted with trackers. They click shut smoothly as soon as Steve gets them on, tightening enough that they won't be slipping off easily.

With his hood flipped up the Winter Soldier looks a little bit more like a civilian, although not particularly ordinary for the blank smoothness of his expression and the dark circles under his eyes and the way his gaze doesn't ever stop scanning. He ushers Steve out in front of him with a hand firmly at the small of his back and once they're out in the open air, flips open a smartphone to scan for, well, who knows. But he scans for something and then pockets the phone with an air of satisfaction, and presses a small wooden carving on the edge of the door frame as they head out to the street.

There's a muffled WHUMP from the basement, and soon enough smoke starts to seep up from the cracks in the walls and broken windows. The building itself is surrounded by empty lots and other deserted wrecks, so there's not much chance of the fire spreading to a populated area. Just another accident started by junkies or hobos, by the time the fire department shows up.

It's. Maybe not the most tactical action to take at this point, but it is a Statement in some direction.