The excitement he felt at finding someone who might finally be able to shed some light on this situation was nigh immediately snuffed once the two of them had gotten off to the side to initiate their conversation. Pierce didn't know him. Talk about a disappointment. But maybe, Rumlow thought, he could jog it. Trigger some kind of recollection, or maybe just wait it out. After all, he was starting to remember more, over time.

He stood, looking Pierce over, trying to figure out what missing history they shared. There had to be some, Rumlow wouldn't get this strong of a feeling for nothing. He glanced down at his bag of goodies, huffing his amusement.

"Yeah, well. People I live with have got a serious sweet tooth." Rumlow glanced over his shoulder. He knew there had to be surveillance here. They couldn't talk about much, without knowing how Pierce would react to the information. The man still seemed to have a subtle bearing, the way he'd arranged them here, but that didn't necessarily cover things like finding out you're a world leader or whatever.

"I do," he said, in a quieter voice. "Not from here. The name Brock Rumlow ring any bells?"