Ken nodded to both Elsa and Paul in gratitude of their greetings. He stopped for a moment to say to them, "I have no idea what plans my mother has in store for me, but from what I have learned so far, she only places me where it seemed I am most needed." Ken replied to Paul's earlier inquiry about his mother guiding him here. He gave the man a strong smile before he turned over to Elsa to address what he could tell was a case of minor embarrassment. Ken had a little smirk on his face as he looked at her.<br/><br/>"It is no problem at all. And your Japanese is understandable and flows, and in my book that is all that matters." as he was speaking he saw that there was another girl who had been summoned by fate, a very beautiful one in fact. Ken, though an appreciator of beauty, was weary of women that beautiful for they always meant trouble. Ken eyed the woman and her bags, all of them were expensive and had been made by the hands of some very poor but skilled laborer somewhere in the world. This could mean a number of things, one of them was that she was quite experienced in ways that people would not like to have expressed openly. To confirm this, all he needed was to watch her walk, and see the way her hips moved to tease and hypnotize all the people around her. And like a charm it worked and poor Persephone was the one caught off guard.<br/><br/>Ken on the other hand, was not the type to admire Ophelia's features for he like a true art enthusiast knew when to look away and back to the distracted Dr. Persephone Commena. "I see, Dr. Commena. Well it will be a pleasure to work with you." Ken's words had not lost tone from earlier and were reassuring and calm. And he bowed to the girl in the distance whose name he did not know. This was as far as he would go for her at the moment. He was going to have to study her more before he properly introduced himself.<br/><br/>He moved over to the van, he took the large circular bag off of his back before he sat in the very back with the black bag up against his right foot.