There's an orange collar hidden under all the fur, so whoever he belongs to is on the Orange Team.

While the petting is nice, it's an open lap. Of course the invitation's taken as Princess, all seven and a half kilograms of him, makes himself at home with what could only be called a sassy, smug face.

Thankfully for Bucky, he doesn't have to look far, as Eva makes her way up the aisle, gets about two seats past him, then backtracks.

Eva honestly tries to keep a straight face. "Well, I hope you don't plan on moving for a while. Not if he's claimed your lap."