Syral had barely managed to keep his eyes open, but it was finally over. Fifteen hours of travel in an Alliance bunk tended to dull a person's awareness somewhat. He let the Hanar glide into him; it was rare that Syral managed to evoke such a passive-aggressive reaction from a jelly, it seemed only appropriate to savour the moment. As the proceedings wrapped themselves up Syral stretched his arms, standing to attention was also not the best thing for his zen. He saw Galen shoot him a quizzical look regarding the Hanar; he shrugged his shoulders as non-chalantly as his aching muscles allowed, smiling absently. The Geth gave him and the rest of his new peers a respectful bow, Syral racked his brain for a traditional Geth sign of respect, but all he could think of was a digital transfer of data and intel. This being beyond his physical capabilities, he nodded in acknowledgement, the same absent smile from before finding its way back across his lips.

"Well, isn't this exciting" He said to nobody in particular, walking forward and languidly gesturing to their grand surroundings with his right hand. "The future of Galactic Peace, a potential Krogan uprising and a call for tactful diplomacy" He stroked his chin with his index finger and thumb, turning his head slightly over his shoulder "I'm going to pack a colossal amount of weaponry". With that he turned, gave a far too casual salute to his fellow crew and walked back down the red carpet, ready to face the rest of his now substantially shorter lifespan. He walked slowly down the stairs, fiddling with his Omni-Tool, a recording window opened; "Recipient: Sila Kiera, Subject: Thanks. Sila, the meeting went well" He paused for several seconds, staring into the amber interface, "I probably won't die. With love, Syral".

Renley was ready to meet him, a stony, mystifying expression on his scarred mug. "Caught a peak of the other candidates, Kiera. Now, I know you're probably thinking you're out of your league" Syral sighed, once again pinching his nose, "But I just want to tell you.. you were within my top ten choices for this position" With that he saluted, his eyes staring at a spot slightly above Syral's head.
"Oh Captain, my captain. If I was able to, I'd be blushing"
"Cut the crap, smart-ass. Get your gun and don't screw this up" Renley turned on his heels and marched stiffly towards a group of nervous looking Alliance pencil-pushers.

Syral sighed, walking to the elevator doors with his head hung, sleep a welcome prospect. No time. "Get armour and weaponry" He said, trusting his eidetic memory to pick up on this moment of solitude. "Then, make way to docking bay"
He walked into the elevator as the doors slid open, pressing the button for the hangar section of the Wards. The only other personal effects he had were hanging around his neck. He thumbed the vial of Kahje water with a blank look on his face. Things were going to get interesting.