Crowds... If there was one thing the young Quarian disliked, it was crowds. She had watched the large queues from afar, bodies rubbing together and even a rowdy merc or two punching the other in the face. Xen'Dira frowned underneath her mask. A girl like her could quickly be crushed by these large mercenaries, not a future she was very much looking forward to. Yet she had to do something about her current situation, she needed to find money and resources or she'd never get off of this blasted cesspit of filth and underhanded creatures.<br/><br/>She moved away from the crowd and activated her omni-tool, hacking into the station's network to get a clear view of a map of the area she was in. Just a few foot away from her was an engineering panel, made for internal repairs to the area. If she moved quickly, she wouldn't get in any trouble and nobody would be any the wiser. Changing a few settings on her omni-tool, she made her way over to the panel and kneeled down to open it. Quickly, and she'd make it...<br/><br/>Some time later, Xen found herself crawling through some ventilation shafts. At a crossing, she paused and tried to access her omni-tool again for a map of the vent system. Damn it, there was little to no possibility to establish a link with the main system. She had to guess, use her instincts to get to where she wanted. Slowly, she made her way left and crawled further until she enclosed upon a grate in the bottom of the shaft. Looking down, Xen noticed some mercenaries standing around crates, looking as if they had gathered together only shortly ago. This was the place, ancestors be praised. Only a few more seconds and she'd have reached her goal.<br/><br/>Moving further through the shaft, she opened a small panel and crawled through it, ending up behind a couple of crates within the warehouse. She hoped nobody had noticed her less-than usual entry into the room as she slowly made her way towards the group of mercs, trying to look as normal as possible...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>