L started and turned to face the man when he heard the soft landing behind him. He chided himself for thinking of it as a "landing"; obviously, men couldn't fly. That was absurd. Of course there was a logical explanation. Visually, he took an inventory. The man was young, about his own age, and dressed all in black. L's eyes glossed over the leather jacket, not mentioning the fact that he seldom took people wearing them seriously, but glanced appraisingly at the deep red stone on the man's finger. Was it valuable? It looked too bright to be a garnet...
L himself contrasted sharply with Kal. Instead of being "dressed up with nowhere to go," he wasn't dressed up at all, and was indeed pathetic looking. His white shirt was stained with grease from a very messy-looking project. He looked malnourished and there was something feral in his glinting black eyes. "Presumptuous, you know. I've been working here awhile, now, actually."