[The Gardens aren't large enough that he could ever hope to truly isolate himself from the rest of the Nest. The voices that clamor in his head seem quieter, but none have come across the trio camped out in a grove of trees. Not until now, that is. Bucky glances up at the sound of crunching soil, his nerves worn and strung tight but still very much alive and well.
open {guests}
They have company.]