Childermass nods slightly. He had assumed as much, judging from the snippets he had caught here and there, being only a table over. He inclines his head further.

"I am sorry for your loss," he says, because that is what one is supposed to in these sorts of situations. Though why he is making such preparations in a coffee shop such as this interests him, he must say. If it were personal, would he not be private? A bit more upset? With family?