He'd come to recognize Buckys telltales of memories lost – the gaps in his speech, his confused expressions, gesturing like his head hurt. Had him treat carefully on the topic that'd triggered it, not wishing to bring up any bad memories. “Well, hard to tell what your family consisted of without any clues, but... maybe it's not in the sense of blood relations?” Daniel waved his hand a bit at Buckys attire, the almost bare room. “You seem to me as if you got trained as a soldier at some point. Not just your skills or whatever you did before Pandora, but generally the mindset of someone accustomed with the military. And there's often bonds among man of one patrol that go beyond family relations, forged in sweat and blood, fights experienced together.” If there was one thing he knew about it were the workings of military, that the main focus of Republic – and while he'd never gotten to participate, there was plenty to observe, similarities his sharp mind could pick out despite having just Bucky and in a peaceful setting at that.