Kitt stumbled and fell as Walter knocked into him, for a moment it seemed he would fall backwards into the pond, but instead he landed perfectly on the balls of his feet. As he landed he also caught the bag of lunch swiftly with one hand, not looking as he did so, instead intent on watching Walter.
He shrugged nonchalantly "Is not problem..." He spoke with a heavy slavic accent, barely disguised, sentence fragmented. With a slight pause he cocked his head to one side, looking closely at Walter "You are from Germany, Munich." It was a statement, not a question "Your name is Walter, and you are... twenty three?" He shook his head, and a slight grin caught at the corner of his mouth "Sorry, twenty..."
Still grinning, Kitt stooped down and picked up the dropped wallet. He didnt know how it worked. The facts, that just sprang to into his mind. Whether they where simple things like the number of the tram that ran to thirty-fifth street, or the precise way he had to land to avoid breaking a bone. It just happened... "Sorry, I should not be taking your time-" With that he turned to walk away, both Lunch and wallet sliding into the spacious pockets of his jacket.