He tucks both hands down at the question, so he doesn't break any pieces. The metal arm makes a low mechanical buzz, some of the plates shifting under his multiple layers of sleeves, but at least it's not the whine of preparing for violence. "Alexander Pierce, Secretary of Defense. Last handler. Rogers promised to take his head off if he shows up here. K. Karpov. Don't remember a first name. He had. The Words. Some. Short, round asshole with. With. Glasses. Tech with a fucking bow tie. Field command Brock Rumlow."

So yes, he remembers some of them. Most of the technicians, doctors, and teammates are faceless, nameless right now, but he has a few of them.