As the others conversed, Kayl watched and listened. His omni-tool faded away as his hands came back together, and he nodded in return to the acknowledgements from Kaan and Iudex. Most of them gave pretty similar answers. Nobody quite knew what was going on or who exactly had called them all here, only that they'd all gotten the message to come to the apartment. He wondered how many others might be coming, and when the person who had actually called them in would show up. It was something of a relief knowing that all of them so far had been recruits, and given the wording of the message itself, he did feel slightly more among equals than just a few moments ago. How exactly he'd compare to the more military-looking ones, he didn't exactly know, but if he had to guess it was more his technical know-how that got their mysterious benefactor's attention than any combat record.<br/><br/>Elazia's friendly approach was likewise a nice consolation from his nervousness, and when she put a hand out, Kayl unlinked his own and took it for a shake. While it wasn't visible through his mask, he smiled a little as he gave a reply. "Oh, yes, it actually does. Quite a bit, really, thank you." He made note of her name, as well as the names of the others that he heard during their own conversations. If they were going to be working together, it was good to keep names in mind. "I'm Kayl'Domah nar Idenna. I'm a, uh, a mechanic. Not really all that impressive, you know, compared." Military or bodyguard he was not, but he knew machinery like the back of his enviro-suit's glove. When the handshake broke, he allowed his hands to rest at his sides instead of nervously holding them together, and straightened his posture up a bit more.<br/><br/>Both Iudex and Rezekiel rose good questions, he thought. The final arrival being the actual leader of the group would make enough sense, in a somewhat dramatic way. None of the current company were in charge, apparently. "I guess not," Kayl said. "I wonder just how many more people got that message." While it was still an odd situation, and he still held some unease, if this<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>some sort of shady deal they'd wandered into, at least they'd be able to get out of it. Between the amount of firearms and biotics spread across the room's current inhabitants, it would take a hell of a roadblock to keep them down. He had to doubt anyone would be dumb enough to gather this kind of group if they weren't legitimate with that in mind.<br/><br/>Idly, he pulled up his omni-tool and brought up the invitation again, just to see if there was any sort of written meeting time to expect. Given the amount of people now in the room, he felt that there had to be some sort of response sooner or later. If they were as carefully picked as the message claimed, there couldn't be<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>many more people coming.