Someone was speaking with him. It certainly wasn't surprising. Ron had been out in public before, caught examining Muggle objects with such an intensity that shopkeepers and civilians alike would stop to ask him if he was all right. This probably was the same, wasn't it? Maybe he wasn't supposed to be standing here. Did he do something wrong? Brow furrowed, he glanced over at the man and caught his look of amusement. Well. He supposed that was certainly a lot better than receiving a glare or a frown, right?
"It's a bit odd," he noted, his accent standing out plenty in comparison to those that surrounded them. "This sport. I don't really know it."