[Martin pauses by them and Timm quickly orders two of whatever Claude's just emptied - Bailey's, by the looks of it. Timm drinks everything with no preferences, very practical.]

Oh yes. The man in the tank! [He smiles, somewhat more genuinely.] He must be pretty old by now. I grew up hearing stories about him. [Pause.] In hushed voices, of course. How the world's changed.

[Those last words spoken with a decent amount of sarcasm. Change is such a relative concept, after all. Who knows, tomorrow there might just be another Wall erected somewhere for the sake of a collective round of play-pretend. Bring it on, he says - free entertainment.]