Daisy might be extremely distracted and just generally out of it, but she's not so far gone that she doesn't notice the way Bucky moves. He's hurt, more than just his face. That's concerning, to put it mildly.

When he returns with the blanket, she reaches out to take it with one hand, her fingertips sinking into the soft material. It feels wrong to use such a nice blanket when her suit is far from clean, but she's so cold... So, with the resolve to wash the blanket herself later, she wraps it around her shoulders, pulling it tight against her torso while letting the folds of extra material bunch up and hopefully obscure the way her shivers continue.

"Walk, I think," she decides after a moment, though she eyes him with concern. "If you're okay for that." A beat, and then, "What happened?"