After everything he's been through, after Hell, he knows panicking isn't going to help them. And he even has time to become resolved to the idea of not making it out of there, if need be.

"I've been here about half a year." Bucky tries not to think of that too often, but now that he has, it feels like too long. New. She's new, and he still thinks she really doesn't belong there, if her willingness to help is anything to go by.

"I haven't really been through a lot of this, myself. But I've heard, yes, it's pretty regular. Just not this bad. Usually it's less dire," he still says that, calmly. His eyes flicker down, back to the acid, for a second.

"If you follow through, they're good on letting you go." He hasn't fought against the rooms, yet, so he's not sure how bad it can get.