[There's the longest pause as he looks at the bottle caps in his hands. They're old, and drinks he doesn't recognize either. It's deeply disturbing. More so than the building. It would be like waking up and finding every vehicle and house on the street you lived a different color from what it was when you went to sleep, but otherwise the same.]

The only 'Great War' I know of is World War I. I was born during a war, but this one ended just a few years ago in countries split. Not in no more drinks.

[He offers the caps back after a moment with fingerless-gloved hands.]

If this is a dream it's better than my usual dreams. [He motions off to the side as he just seems to give up trying to understand, then starts to down the soda. Might as well empty out the can to get rid of it.]