[As Kristoff turns towards the man and the sausage dog, Hans watches, wanting to see how he would do this. The answer? Badly. He winces slightly as the man walks away.

When Kristoff turns back to him, he mirrors that apologetic smile, though his obviously has an element of 'a for effort, f for execution.'] That would probably be a good idea.

[Looking around, Hans spots a woman in her twenties, scrolling through her phone. She'll do. Putting on an apologetic smile, he walks up to the woman, smiling weakly.] I'm really sorry to bother you, but can you direct us to the transporter that brought us here? My friend left something there earlier today.

[He put on the most charming smile he could-it worked. Smiling at him, the girl pointed down the road, giving directions. Hans mirrored her smile, nodding at her as she finished.] Thank you. [As she walked away, Hans turned towards Kristoff, giving him a little smirk.]

Keep going that way and then we'll take the second left.