[center][h3][color=39b54a]Liam[/color][/h3][/center]


	As the police made their rounds and completed their questionnaires, Liam stood before the door; waiting outside after they finished with him. He hid nothing from them, answering as honestly he could (within reason) though he knew this would be beyond them. If this was someone that had acquired 'gifts' like them...

	With a heavy sigh, Liam shook his head, taking a cigarette from his pocket as he lit the cylinder. He was intentionally staying on the scene for the other's inside. They certainly had to have seen Matt's card by now, and a couple may have even caught on- or at least, so he hoped. Nothing about this scenario made sense, and even handing out cards randomly to a bunch of kids probably seemed out of place during this chaos. Still, he hoped at least a few would bite. Matt seemed to think letting these other roam about unchecked or unaccounted for would be disastrous, and Liam was inclined to agree. Especially after an unexplained murder...

	As the thought began to drift from his mind, his gaze fell upon one of the suspected 'gifted'. It had been the woman that disappeared to the restrooms, leaving a man half drenched in his own sweat near she once was. Curious, he eyed her over, though doing his best to avoid her attention as he took a rather long drag. She looked to be near his age, though her attire and stance seemed to hint at a more assertive attitude. In Matt's words, he'd say she looked like a punk, but Liam was not one to comment. Instead, he began trekking around the perimeter in her direction, holding a hand up to wave her down.

	"[color=39b54a]Yo![/color]" He called out, attempting to alert her to his presence as he withdrew his hand and slipping it into his pocket. Once he was near, he'd come to a halt, turning his attention towards the cafe, "[color=39b54a]Rough morning, eh? Can't believe something like this could just happen out of the blue, and in broad-daylight no less.[/color]" For a moment, his focused gaze waned into thoughtful stare, shifting over slightly closer as his shoulder was narrowly missing her own, "[color=39b54a]So, just between you and me. Brand, Annie, or Shy?[/color]" His gaze was clearly upon her now, casting a knowing visage all the while.

[@Kiroue]