Ernest nodded in understanding as he spoke about London. "Oh, sure. Those Brits have always had that stiff upper life, business as usual, Keep Calm and Carry On attitude though, huh?" he said with a warm smile. He was teasing them, but affectionately.
"But yeah, you know, war's always the fucking same. Human beings are adaptable. They say you could get used to almost anything - it's a great gift, and a great failing, depending on the circumstances," he shrugged.
"So, what were you doing in London? Sent for work?" he asked. He knew what that was like - life on the road as the roaming reporter.