He did not even need to look up from his spot to know she had arrived. He knew she was on her way and could tell by the distinct sounds her body made coming toward him. They were not obvious to the untrained ear, but he spent years as an assassin. He was trained to look for certain sounds, especially coming directly for him.
Kenshin focused on her words. Trying to pick out the bits and pieces he understood (which were not many unfortunately) but he tried. It was easier to talk on the computer it could translate for him. He did not know very much by the way of English at all. When he turned toward the blond girl, his deep amethyst eyes brightened a little in a friendly manner. She had gone out of her way to come collect him, he would try to show her as much respect as he could. "Sessha wa wa not fit." He frowned at the way English sounded on his tongue, unsure if she understood what he meant. His heavy Japanese accent did not make it any easier probably for her to understand him. "Sword. Ah, kore wa Sakabatou." He said placing a hand on the weapon. It's name was the Sakabatou. He hoped he could at least convey that much. He might show her the weapon in a less populated area, but it was not wise to draw a katana in the public eye. Even the former samurai knew that.
"Buffy-dono." Dono was his attempt to show her respect. He knew in Western culture people did not bow, but shook hands instead so he offered her a slender hand. They did not look like they belonged to a skilled swordsman, but the calluses between his fingers said otherwise. Kenshin paid no mind to curious on lookers. There was no need to get paranoid, as the man slayer he often faced the same experiences in Kyoto.
"Himrua Kenshin." He said in true Japanese fashion. "Himura last name." He seemed friendly enough, but he held himself with an air of amicable temperance as though if he were to falter he might hurt someone.