Nodding, Derek continues to follow the other man until they've disappeared out of sight entirely from the crowd.

"Sort of, yeah. I haven't been here all that long. A few days, a little less than a week," he explains. Reflexively, Derek looks over his shoulder. Probably too often. He misses being able to just hear whether there's a threat coming up on him. He misses it a lot.

Giving a facial shrug, Derek nods again, impressed. "Well, that's a better reason to learn to fight than the one I've got, anyway." Derek's reason is because he needed to know how to protect himself on the off chance that a hunter tracked him down on a lunar eclipse. "How long have you been here?"