The lack of any sort of European accent means he wouldn't have been in a "camp" that Erik is thinking of specifically, though it is possible could have been in one of the Allied POW camps such as Stalag Luft 1. But that still would have been a much, much more comfortable existence than Erik suffered through, even as a prisoner, thanks to the Geneva Conventions.

"Yes, the camp I'm- I suppose I still am currently living in. A small army camp, not really permanent, but for a given value of-"

Mulcahy goes silent as he spots Erik's arm and the numbers lurking there, etched on his skin. Unlike quite a lot of people in the village, Mulcahy remembers those years all too well - it was less than a decade ago, for him. He'd technically been old enough to qualify as a soldier after Pearl Harbor, but by that point he'd already been in college and studying for the seminary, so he'd been exempt. But he'd had family go, and come back, and he knows exactly what those numbers mean and he looks up to meet Erik's gaze with sadness and shock. "Are those- really-"