He'd made the effort to appear more presentable than his normal uniform. He'd made certain to not allow himself to be distracted by the slim packet that still sat unopened on the small console table beside his front door. He knew what that packet held, and knew that the issues he'd been waiting so patiently for would have to go unread for now. The needs of the station overrode his wishes to sit in peace and enjoy Captain Coruscant Vol. 8 and Jedi League issue #524. It was the sacrifices he made.

Now, he thought that his booted feet sounded too loud as he made his way down the corridor that would bring him to Ms. Rakkamar's quarters. They sounded too... sharp? Or was it simply that they sounded too official? It reminded him of the sounds of Imperial boots coming down the hallway of a detention block...

He shook his head to dispel the thought, banishing it for now.

Hair combed neatly and his dress uniform sharply pressed, Kes slowed to a stop in front of the door that he knew belonged to her.

A pause, as he hoped that he was not overstepping his bounds in this endeavor. He knew that the eyes on him were close to unforgiving, but he also knew that he was a necessary facet to the festival that the merchant sector - well, mostly the Cizeri merchants - wished to have. And it would not do for him to be completely absent.

Lifting a hand, the redhead depressed the door chime.