England shrugged, mostly unconcerned. It was a pity of course, but one got used to losing people when human lifespans were so very short in comparison to his own. "He was a good man," he said simply. "I didn't dislike him." But they had known each other for such a short time really. He went so sit down, glad that at least now there was decent food rather than pink slop. "Arthur," he said with a small smile. "My name is Arthur Kirkland. And you?"