"They are indeed." He could understand the appeal of trees, noticed where his eyes were. He had spent quite some time, in trees as a boy, but also just the little things.

"You haven't the faintest idea," well more like one bullet in one leg in the middle of saving the landing of an invasion force. But it had been hell, not just because of that, his suit was one very glaring weakness and one people used a lot. "Not any more no, but without the braces I know I could not walk, so they serve a purpose now." And reminded him of just how old he really was, along with his ramrod posture and just, air of self assurance, a product of his upbringing. He always had that, no matter where he went.

He nodded at the bench, "Perfect." As it was, and he smiled at him as he set the case and bag down on one end of it. "Near and around it more, otherwise it is similar to hear how often I see trees. And yes London is where I am from."