[ It's a good enough answer for Kurapika's purposes; he doesn't prod any more after that. Truth be told, he likes to leave as little said as possible, too, finding that making any alliance with a stranger out of necessity runs smoother the less you immediately know about one another. Or, the less chances there are for misunderstanding or suspicion - provided the mission at hand is short lived, that is.

So, he follows, his expression flat— not thoroughly convinced by the man's upbeat and laid-back demeanor, but not completely dismissing it, either. ]

I'll come, [ With a brief rush of boldness, he decides to take a risk on it all - anything to move forward. ] But only to advance.

[ The confidence the other exudes, and that strange power, tell him that he probably doesn't want (or need) help in his quest, anyway. Kurapika decides against trailing behind the other man, though— pushing to walk in stride with him, instead, towards the front of the car. ]

I'm certain you'll find the person you're looking for on your own terms. I'm not interested in being a part of it— or "seeing" it, for that matter.

[ A beat. ]

I have my own person to search for.