Joe smiled, quite pleased with himself. He took pride in his work and he worked to his best efforts to always sound like a professional. Using the radio device had been tricky but he worked it out eventually, hoping his message would be heard that day, and thankfully it had. Now he was just adapting to his new home, working everything out. A part of him wanted to find out more about what happened to London after he left. What became of the Halcyon hotel and all the wonderful people he had gotten to know? He could only hope everyone was okay. They were a strong people, the Brits.
"I've heard that before" he replied with a smile. "Back in London. They didn't show any fear when the bombs were falling. They were composed. Standing in the streets while a German plane and a British plane had a dogfight in the sky, and they were standing there, cheering. I couldn't understand it at first. I didn't understand how they could react like that and take it all in their stride but I came to understand it's because they had to" he said, taking a short drag from the cigarette. "I suppose the same must apply here then"