He smiles, and it's sweet and warm with gentle promise.

"It sure is. Come on. Let's grab a cab."

Bucky shifts the painting to his left hand and takes hold of her hand with his right, drawing her after him towards the other side of the terminal. As he'd expected, there are more than a few yellow cabs lurking in line across from where the car services drop off and pick up. Bucky leads Sharon to one and opens the door for her before he puts their things in the trunk and climbs in after her, giving the driver his address.