Liam gave a quick nod. "Well yes, my eyes are the one thing I can, ah, fully control. And of course I'll help you look for Survivors." He paused for a moment, looking down the barren street, before he spoke up nervously. "Oh, uh, in the distance I see horrible, horrible war-machine! It is giant, and shiny. It is trudging along on three giant legs. We have about 2 hours before it gets here? Huh, they must have had a malfunction. Good fortune for us I guess." He then focused on the house in which Harry went to investigate. Which he heard the sound of gunshots being fired. He quickly followed and pushed his rig with him. 

"Yes, yes I heard. He's being very inconsiderate considering our purpose." He said as he approached the house and yelled to him. "He smells terrible, give him a bath before you drag him out. IF the power works that is. And if you could please try to make sure he minds his manners, being impolite out here is a bad thing."