He was slightly overwhelming to Keyuri, held back from being truly enough to be considered overwhelming by the small considerations, ones he likely wasn't conscious of, as much as ones he had to realize. Rather than leaving her to trail after him, he slowed to match her, for instance. People forgot sometimes, even when they knew she was Deaf, that if they spoke with their backs turned to her, on their faces turned away, she couldn't understand what they were saying.
It was difficult to read lips when you couldn't see them.
Keyuri smiled as he rather babbled in two languages at once, telling her that he was loud. Fittingly, in a 'quieter' tone, than before. There was, apparently, little reason to think he'd get offended or upset for her mentioning it.
When she took the seat beside him, he looked so excitably curious that she could not help but smile as Hugo sat down by her feet. It was such a pleasantly almost cartoonish expression that her fingers itched for her pencils, despite the fact that she sketched more landscapes than faces. "Cairns, originally, in Australia," that she spoke along with her signs only emphasized her country of birth, "San Francisco, since I was young."
The push of her glasses up her nose was a little incongruent with her quiet admittance of, "It seemed like an adventure." She wasn't exactly the adventurous type, but Emily's convincing had gotten her to apply for a job on the cruise ship. "Not many," she said after a moment, "just over a handful, I believe."