[Now thoroughly distracted, Ronan drops the talk of death and dreams. He looks at the contraption and he people ushering this other Bukcy inside it. Well, ushering is too kind a word.
He glances from it to Bucky, then back again. Frowning, he says the only words he can think of.]
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He glances from it to Bucky, then back again. Frowning, he says the only words he can think of.]
They're freeze-drying you?