Learning how to read a stranger was a useful skill for a poor duster kid to have if he expected to survive long as a casteless dwarf in Orzammar. There is most assuredly something 'off' about Konoe, but for now, Kit doesn't acknowledge it; they're out in public, for one thing, and the pissing rain is unpleasant.

He pays the fare for both of them to get into the station and then heads up to the train platform. "Five minutes," he muses aloud, reading the display announcing the wait times for the trains, then glances at Konoe. He tries not to size the boy up too noticeably, lest he give the impression he's trying to scrutinize (or worse, pick up a kid young enough to be his son).

"How're you doing, anyway?" he asks after a moment or two, voice pitched quietly so anyone else nearby on the platform won't be able to easily overheard.