He isn't lying, but he wasn't exactly close to the point of impact, either. It was fortuitous, because he'd been able to run towards the point of the crash unscathed, with anything he'd attained since both minor and also from his own choices.

"Got it," he says, keeping the pressure on. Of all the things he's been doing today, this has got to be the easiest. Walking through fire without equipment, trying to remember details of his life, trying to figure out why he's here, those all put him at unease. This is something he knows he can do.

"I'm pretty good at stitching, but I'm gonna need you to tell me what the equipment's supposed to look like. I don't think a darning needle's gonna cut it." Last thing he'd stitched together was an old sock, because of course Captain America's not going to just go out and buy a new pair of socks. "And I don't think we've got sutures here."

He thinks back and tries to sort through the two pairs of memories he has. "We're at Newcomb University. Must be a medical department on campus, I think close to the science wing." Why the staff aren't rushing out with supplies and why emergency aid hasn't come yet is anybody's guess. He would've thought a big University like this, there'd be plenty.