The highest praise a New Yorker can give. [For anything that isn't New York at least.]

Yeah, might have to get back on a plane to see that again.

[He grinned as he extended his right hand out to her. His left was still under the table and against his thigh. He didn't see the point right now in showing off that he had a hunk of metal attached to him. It would just give too many questions that he wasn't even sure he could technically answer right now.]

Friends call me Bucky, and what can I call you?