Almost instantly, she is surrounded by a throng of waist-high children all clamoring at once, and she shoots an amused look back at Bucky. "We're not done with this, White Wolf," she promises, but she's already laughing, cheerfully acquiescing to the tugs on her sleeve and listening carefully to an endless stream of questions.

"Hi," she smiles, and sinks down to her knees to address the children on their own level. A few small hands reach out to touch her hair, others keep tapping her on the shoulder to get her attention.

"Yes, I did just get here," she confirms to one. "I walked," she reports to another, and leans in like she's imparting a secret. "And I was on a boat for a long time."

"Um, it means 'a plain,'" she says to a third, and points out towards the sweeping green fields around them. "Like those. Big wide fields."

"Yes, they are very cute," seriously, to a girl no taller than her thigh.

"Well, I wanted to see my friend," she answers, and looks at Bucky with laughing eyes. "Even though he can be kind of mean to me sometimes."