Secunus doesn't hesitate to drop his tool bag to the floor as soon as he enters his apartment, locking the automatic door behind him as he sighs heavily.

Today was a rough day for him. He had to work on three ships today instead of just one so he had to work overtime just so he wouldn't piss off the wrong people. As one of the few truly skilled engineers on the Citadel, his work is wanted by many. Many good and bad. He's young, for a Turian at least. He shouldn't be feeling this pain in his back and his joints.

He grumbles and cracks his neck as he walks into the living room, telling himself he'll pick up his scattered tools later. He just wants to rest for a bit. He plops onto the couch face first with a loud groan, feeling his long legs and arms throb and ache.