[An awfully friendly gesture, but Rumlow will take it. He looks at the paper, huffing in amusement at the name and folds it into his palm. No pockets. Not yet anyway. He nods, peering back over his shoulder at the outdoors. Small town sounds about right, even if he hasn't seen it, the place has the right vibe.

Homey, almost. Except Rumlow sure as Hell doesn't know why. Didn't he grow up somewhere else?

He turns back to 10k, offers him somewhat of a smile. Might be more genuine if he weren't so confused by all this.]

Thanks. Be sure to let you know. Hopefully next time you bump into me, I won't be running around in the snow without underwear, yeah?

[Seriously though.]