Keisuke didn't mean to be quiet, it was just part of his character. When he was younger and still human, he'd been trained to watch and listen more than speak- there was no place for a lowly page to give opinion in the courts. His lord had always been willing to listen to his inquiries but that was an exception not the rule. Later on. . .well, Akito had a habit of rewording the "worthless" opinions of those under him with mocking and taunts.

"Do you need help?" His English was perfect but with a slight accent touching upon the ends of his words. He helped her get a hold on her bags and turned back to pick up his own duffel bag. Turning back, he could see her still there, looking at him with interest.

"I am Keisuke. Uesugi Keisuke." Names were disposable things for the undead but recycling names through the years had resulted in one close to his heart. He may not have the right, but bearing the name of his old master was strangely appropriate. The girl had striking eyes, beautiful and filled with curiosity and life. A very young vampire, he would guess.