<span style="color: #FF0000">Rezekiel's mouth twitched slightly and he had the urge to raise an eyebrow as the asari looked over to him. He had the uncomfortable feeling of being cross-examined, and though he got those looks every now and then he never really got used to them. He nodded as she mentioned the unknown sender, but before he could respond, a well-equipped and severe-looking Turian strode through the door. He introduced himself and extended a hand to Rezekiel, mentioning his former position as a Blackshield with the casual air of someone telling him what they had for lunch that day. Rezekiel smiled at the Turian and shook his hand, glad to see that he wasn't as abrasive as he seemed to be.<br/><br/>"Rezekiel Kaja," he said as they shook hands, before turning out to face both him and the Asari and giving a small tilt of the head. "Poet and uh... I suppose you could call me a bodyguard. I'm not the leader around here. I get a feeling we'll know who they are, if they show up at all. We might just get another message, or the first clue on a long and pointless treasure hunt."<br/><br/>Rezekiel crossed his arms as he waited for more people to show up, and it wasn't too long before a nervous quarian wandered in, seemingly almost by accident, before asking the same question they all had in their minds, albeit in a more roundabout, panicked way. Rezekiel shrugged at the question, then leaned back against the wall before saying, "We're all just waiting for mystery job recruiter to show up."<br/><br/>Less than a few seconds of silence passed before another person walked through the door, a human this time. Rezekiel raised a brow as he scanned the people around the room. It was a diverse group, with no more than one of each race taking a place. He wondered whether it was a coincidence. He eyed one of the empty chairs, noticing that the recently arrived human was the only one to have taken a seat. He was oddly paranoid of the chairs, imagining they'd restrain or shock him as soon as he sat down. Paranoid thoughts, but they were creeping in despite his acknowledgement of how unlikely they were to come to pass. He remained leaning against the wall, still waiting and still wondering.<br/><br/>"You guys think the last person is part of this team, or the big boss?" he finally asked at the room in general.</span>