Walker slid his gaze over to the girl sitting across from Zula and raised an eyebrow at her. He wasn't offended by her comment. If anything, he was amused by her childish reaction. Like he had cooties or something. But the longer he looked at her, the more he started to recognize her. She was one of the unclaimed kids in Hermes' shelters. She must have been claimed by Aphrodite, then, if she was sitting with Zula. Weird. He wouldn't have pegged her for that. What was her name?
He almost went to speak on that thought when Zula flicked her hair. He grinned and gave a single-shouldered shrug. "I like to think I have a lot of skill, but not a lot of luck." He may not have been fighting for as long as she has, but he could handle himself as well as anyone in a good battle. "Yeah, I know he's a jerk. That's why I dumped my breakfast on him," He said, "And my name's Walker. You've probably seen me around. I know I've seen you." He flashed her a smile, but then he heard that accented greeting and turned around.
"My head are fine, Nikolai." His accent was kind of funny, but he wasn't making fun of the guy. He clapped him on the shoulder. "Thanks for asking, man. You mind if I call you Nick?"