At the mention of her own father's death, Derek gave Zola a sympathetic look. Losing a father was never easy, no matter the age. "I'm sure your dad's real proud you decided to follow in his footsteps. Brain surgery, that's--" he paused. "Well, it's damn impressive."
He wasn't entirely sure what direction they were supposed to be heading. But Zola seemed content to keep walking straight forward, so for the moment he assumed they were still going in the right direction. Even if they weren't, he was enjoying the company enough not to mind much. "Born and raised. I know those streets like the back of my hand. What about you? Where did you call home before this place?"