She needed rest so she could drive. It makes no sense to stay in this place a couple of days. That just allows their pursuers to gain ground.

"No rush." He says, dropping the rucksack on the bed. "Weapons, ammunition, blank passports, and cash." He doesn't want anyone overhearing them, so he's sticking to Russian. "Both Canadian and American." Just in case. He could've grabbed the Euros, but didn't want them caught with that, just in case. There's another safehouse closer to the border where he can get them.

He sits on the edge of the bed, scrubbing a hand over his face. He wonders if he should shave and cut his hair. It'd make him more into Bucky Barnes, and less the Winter Soldier. He's not sure he's ready for that.