( the question earns a slightly more wry curve to his lips, and he holds the canteen back out again. levels his eyes on the trees, the rain, the humid, the wet. )

It's just... it's France.

( less than a beat passes before he makes an amendment. )

I mean, it's not-- I'm not hallucinating France, I'm just saying... You know.

( A little shrug of one shoulder. )

I don't know. It feels like... same thing, different planet.