His head snaps around, body rotating to follow. Recognition comes, sharp and crystal clear as the files he'd accessed. Ahhh, yes. Sam Wilson, said the files. Something to the effect of a soldier. Involved in veteran affairs.

Alias: The Falcon

Ahhh... So he's one of theirs. Figures. They must have sent him to see if whatever trick they'd played was working.

Those red eyes snap to focus on the man's face. Looking him up and down in rapid succession.

"A hand?" he asks, and his head cants to the side, curiously. "No wings? No... flying to the rescue for you? Seems a bit blase, doesn't it?" He turns away again.

"A falcon with no wings. Ouch. That's got to hurt."