"You said something about martial arts?" she inquired as she followed behind him to the Dining Hall. "I used to take Tae Kwon Do myself. How long have to done it?"
Nick paused and turned back to her, allowing her to catch up before matching stride. He'd been so lost thinking of the two of them that he forgot to think of just her, and how rude it was to just leave her in the dust. "Well, all my life really. Started around five I think, so thats fourteen years? My parents are both masters of their styles, so it was just the kind of family I was brought up in. Like, a military brat or a grease monkey kid, you know?" There was no clear French translation of the terms, so Nick just said them in English.
'What kind of family was she raised up in I wonder?' But Nick was too shy to pose the question.
They rounded the corner into the dining hall, a cramped room with several tables and a cafeteria-like bar taking up most of one end of the room. Nick grabbed a tray and got in the crowd of Pioneers jostling for position in line.