[It had been far too long since he'd considered himself in terms of a journalist but he did miss it. Grinning a bit, he listened attentively, making no remarks to mar recollection or diverge from Mr Barnes' story. So he had a friend who wanted to be an artist and he was a natural lady's man. It didn't really say much, but he didn't expect to be told anything but the cursory story.

When spoken to, however, he answered easily enough, nodding in the affirmative while he sipped his coffee]

Yeah, that war's pretty romanticized by novels and movies, now. Lots of war stories, but the history is true. What's... where were you taken from in your world? Was the war over?