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The bar, inn, hospitality establishment wasn't a very upbeat sight, nor were the surroundings. It seemed most human ship owners, who were hiring at least, preferred such an locale for their meetings. Val partially understood the attraction, such a place was homely and comfortable in a way. The best situation to test a crew if there is going to be a manner of social interaction desired. The Tourain didn't mind, the quality of the meeting place did not correlate directly with the quality of the vessel. It was irrelevant as to the quality of the craft, as long as the trip was reasonable and the crew bearable. The young adult had long ago lost any pretense that space travel was glamorous. So he allowed himself to step inside the inn. At first the place appeared rather empty. Evidently it was mostly empty, as these places often seemed to be. A few aged humans and the inn's attendee, with a few others accumulated together. By common sense it seemed that these were the party that was to be the crew.

He didn't expect them to be surprised that he was here, after all a Tourain was not the rarest of species to be seen in human company. Although he found their quirks a little irritating at times, Val Salah could deal with the other race. Having plenty of experience with those that could be labelled as the worst of their species. Taller then them, the alien made little effort to hide his form. Instead approaching what seemed the most likely target for . He tilted his head sideways, bringing each member of the group into his narrow vision before addressing them. The sound that emanated from his skull was hollow, deep and resounding. While he attempted to lower the volume, the unusual noise still caught the attention of the older gentleman. The pair glanced up from their conversation, pausing for a moment. The slight silence and the motion of their heads through the sound waves reflecting off every surface revealed as much. Yet it was irrelevant, his attention was centered on his potential employer.

"Captain Oris?" He queried in general, unsure which one was the captain. "Formally I am named Val Salah As Tallan." His name, while pronounceable by humans, had an entirely different inflection when amplified by his voice chambers, reaching multiple levels of resonance. "I understand I am here to apply for the position of mechanic aboard your craft?" He waited for a response, whoever was the captain may have already claimed a mechanic, in that case he would have to find another job. Although he wasn't low on assets, he preferred a comfortable living.