"Well, I'm certainly not a wizard myself," John responded. And, in spite of himself? He smirked. Curses. Just because he'd accepted that they existed did not mean he found them any less mind-boggling or preposterous.
"So you were American Navy, then?" Sherlock would have not made the mistake of making assumptions based on accent, but then, John was not his flatmate. "That must have been something. I don't mind ships, but I vastly prefer dry land."
It was chit-chat. Pleasant but not-substantive talk to fill the silence as they wandered the halls of the hospital.