Kaz grunted at the intrusion, looking over to find a rather sharply dressed man with what he perceived to be an almost...cocky air to him. No, not cocky. He knew what cocky looked like. He was...confident? Overly so? He couldn't exactly nail it, but there was a quality that the man exuded which was rubbing him the wrong way. Then again, most people tended to rub him the wrong way simply because they didn't seem important enough to bother with. However, it wasn't an accident that this stranger was on the same platform. Who was he? Was it Jig? No, it couldn't be. Could it? 

"Possibly." His response to the stranger's questioning was accompanied with a quick survey of the area. There was a rickety shelter close by, which would serve as somewhat of a buffer between the incoming weather(England! He joked that the rain was so frequent because the gods couldn't stop crying over how awful the English were as a people...that wasn't a popular joke among most. He told it anyway.) and the travelers that were surprisingly present. One other person on the platform might have been a coincidence, but for there to be a handful? This was tactful. Jig might have asked these interlopers to come and serve as camouflage. Jig could have been any one of them, yet he could be watching somewhere, plotting his next move as he laughed gleefully at the confusion. 

He muttered a string of curses in his native tongue before spotting a rather pretty woman dressed head to leg in red, her black shoes serving as a fantastic compliment to her attire. She seemed innocent enough, which made Kaz suspect her all the more. He decided to poke the bear, see what would happen if he interacted with someone. 

It didn't hurt that she was gorgeous. 

Kaz approached her with a disarming(or at least he thought it was) smile, miniature suitcase in tow as he asked her: 
"Now what would bring a beautiful woman such as yourself to a..." He paused, seeking the right word. 
"Backward location." Smooth as usual.