It's hard to focus on other things when the mission failed. Failure was the worst action he could commit, so it was drummed into him over and over and over. The rules had changed but the conditioning remained, as much a part of him as his own skin and slow to shake off, time had chipped at it enough that the cracks grew by the day but still so, so slow. Slower than anyone else liked, he thinks, so was that a failure too?

Thinking about it hurts his head, he only knows he can't allow him to die again, therefore preparation was key.

"Yes. Not often." Not often, not much. He'd gone out with Steve after arriving, a few times after that at night when it was quieter and emptier to scout the city boundaries and layout, doing something useful with his time when he evaded sleep. "Why do you ask?"