"It's contagious?" She lifted a brow at that, and with a sigh, drained her second martini - if that wasn't a thought worth getting drunk over, she wasn't sure what was. All she needed was to start caring and feeling compassion or guilt or something horrible like that. "And giving a damn is probably better than apathy. You really can't take my view on it all... I've a habit of indulging in ennui. So how is London treating you so far?"