While the commons weren't a very unfamiliar sight to Kayl by now, he remained somewhat unfamiliar with the area outside of where he visited for work related purposes. He was generally much more receptive to staying home than coming out here. But life had its hardships, some of which were caused by a Reaper heavily damaging the Citadel ward you lived on, and the offer of a well-paying job in these trying times wasn't something he'd just let pass by him. The mention of fighting was more than a little concerning, however. Kayl was a nervous enough person already, and while he tried to refrain from carrying around armament in civilized areas (partially out of worry that an N7 officer might recognize the shape of his gun and arrest him for theft), he wanted to be prepared in case something - or someone - tried to catch him off guard.<br/><br/>As he walked through the apartment block, he continuously checked his omni-tool. The orange glow was unproductive to the simultaneous attempt to keep a low profile. As he walked, he remained somewhat hunched over, his hood pulled further over his mask than it really needed to be. "It has to be somewhere around here," He mumbled to himself. The tone of his voice was distinctly accented, identifying him as an Idenna native to those who were familiar enough with quarian dialects to pick up on them. "Oh, keelah, I hope I'm not lost." He turned a corner within the building, just in time to catch sight of a very tall, very menacingly-dressed turian entering one of the rooms. Not exactly a normal sight for an apartment building, he thought, and he quietly hoped that he wasn't about to enter the same room.<br/><br/>Looking to the door he was nearest, he compared the number on it to the address of the meeting point in the message he'd gotten. Only a few doors down, exactly where the turian walked in, was the meeting point. Kayl visibly slumped and made a noise of regret, but continued on, balling one hand into a loose fist and wrapping his other's fingers around it, running his thumb back and forth. It was an obvious sign of anxiety, but the motions served as something of a reassurance to himself, a habit picked up and reinforced over the years. When he reached the room, he hovered around outside it, hesitant.<br/><br/>Was this job really worth it? Maybe he could go back home, do some extra repairs, or sell off some things he didn't need. Surely, there were less threatening ways to get funding. Kayl shifted on his feet a couple times as he considered it, but he didn't relent. With a deep inhale, he resolved to at least see what all this was about, and held a hand out to the door's controls. He froze up when the scanning lines of the wall-mounted camera looked him over, slowly raising his head to look up at it while it scanned him. He felt a bit awkward, and slowly raised a hand in greeting, as if someone was on the other side controlling the machine.<br/><br/>Suddenly, the door parted open, and he jumped a little from the suddenness of the movement with a quiet yelp. Inside, there stood the turian and two others, drell and asari. They looked much less immediately threatening, which was a relief, but he couldn't help but still feel intimidated as he walked through the door, his head moving side to side as he scoped the place out. It at least seemed to be a proper meeting room, so that was a good start. "I, uh, um...Hello," Kayl greeted, giving another very small wave to the others. "I got this message, saying to, um, come here? Does, does anyone know anything about that? At all?" He displayed his omni-tool as if to emphasize the fact that the job offer was on it, but failed to actually bring up the message itself. Clearly, he was feeling out of his wits in this situation.