You had been left to your fate in one between Walker's men and MI6, he rescued you and healed you, he saw potential in you, and now he was happy to see that progress, you were finishing with every man who stood in front of you, you had wounds yes, but your look only said one thing "I will not give up", he had arrived late to your training but judging by the look of the bruised men, you were doing quite well, after several minutes of fighting you were finally thrown to the ground with a blow that made you bleed the lip, you got up seconds later until you felt Walker's presence behind you.

—"I see you're handling yourself well, I'm glad to see you're getting used to it"

He mentions with a smile on his face, sliding his index finger across your lip to wipe off some blood, letting out a slight giggle.

—"Soon they won't be able to hit you, you just need to be more aggressive"

He never loses that smile on his face, somehow it makes him feel proud to see you get up, and that you stayed by his side excites him even more, he stays quietly by your side waiting for you to finish picking up your things