Liam spent five minutes adjusting his tie. It wasn't right, he knew it wasn't right. And it wasn't right, when he heard that fly brushing its eyes. With each attempt to adjust his tie to make sure it was perfect, that fly would do it again. Contorting his face into a grimace when that dreadful sound tormented his psyche, he realized he didn't have his tie exactly straight. It was askew again, and he needed to straighten it out. As he tried doing it again, he made small smacking noise as he licked his lips. "...Not purple again." He said with a sense of melancholy. He frowned, as his fingers moved around his tie as he finally set it straight. With a small sigh he raised up his arms as he checked the collars of his suit. 

Liam rolled his neck around as he took his Desert Eagle and placed it in the holster on his belt. He eyed his sensory deprivation rig, a machine solely for one person, and beautifully mobile. It was quite easy to move around; Of course, as it was the one thing that helped him. He reached into his breast-pocket and took out his glasses. Brushing them off he returned them back into his breast-pocket. Smiling at his rig, he decided that he would take it with him. Walking around on the side of it he began pushing it out and towards the hanger. It is most likely where he needed to go.

As Liam was walking he again, grimaced at the fact that the fly was still brushing itself. [i]C-could it just shut up? It seems like it'd be a nice and considera- [b]AGGGGH![/b][/i] He paused in going forward as he clenched at his teeth for a moment. After a few quick seconds he headed towards the Hanger once more. Liam knew that two of them were there already, and it would be remiss to not give a polite wave and felicitations at the beginning of the day.

He entered the Hanger, and pushed his machine towards a nearby wall, as he gave a wave to the two there. "Hello. How are you two today?"