Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Kengo took another step back, flexing his fingers a bit to get the feeling of touching someone else to go away. When he glanced down, he only then seemed to notice the object around his wrist, shaking his arm a bit before bringing it up to examine it. Whatever it was, it was fairly indiscript. Touching it at the moment didn't seem like the brightest idea, but Kengo hoped it wasn't anything too dangerous.

"I doubt they're going to speak Japanese." For a moment, Kengo turned his attention back to Marco. There was a skeptical expression on his face. Judging from the other's age and race... "Are you speaking Japanese, or English?" Then, in English, he spoke again. The transition between one language and the other was barely indistinguishable. Kengo was, after all, a very dedicated and brilliant student. "You can understand me..."