[ When Kim's head swivels to face Kazuma, it's abundantly clear that he wants nothing more than to bite his head off. He had been expecting to deflect persons of interest and to make a speedy exit, but he hadn't been expecting to be interrupted by someone who by all rights has absolutely nothing to do with the information he's sought out. His eyes dart behind them, up towards the open window, waiting for someone to take notice -- but none comes. ]

Khm. [ Feathers ruffled but composure regained, Kim eyes Kazuma with some suspicion. He knows that Kim's up to something, clearly. ] Just dispensing of some trash, [ he says cooly, then tugs at his bright, gaudy uniform. ] I work at the local convenience store. And my location happens to produce an abundance of trash that needed to be disposed of elsewhere. And what business have you got here?