He can't deny it, and doesn't try. Bucky taps the bartop and murmurs a request, and a matchbook appears. He pushes it over to her.

"It's easier to get back here sometimes if you've got something from here," he tells her. "Focus on it when you're coming through the door - that seems to be the trick."

Bucky smiles. "Have a good time. And, Sharon? Thanks."