Again, Liam's ears rang as he listened to the woman's quiet yet somehow firm voice that threw words out like a machine gun. Liam knew what it was like to be so afraid in the presence of another person that you stumbled and fell over your own tongue, so he mercifully lowered his revolver and motioned for his brother to do the same. The woman stood there with her hands raised almost half-heartedly. The thought had crossed his mind before he'd lowered his weapon that maybe this woman had either ran his family out and/or killed them, but as he studied her more and listened to her voice, he completely ruled out that possibility.

"Look," he sighed, though still holding tight to his weapon. "You're in my family's house. Me and my brother have been in North Carolina for the past year or so, but the last month we made the trip over here on foot to try to find them." He paused, unsure of where he was going with this. "How- How long have you been here? Have you seen them?"

There was something close to desperation in his tone and expression. Isaac looked back at him with a questioning look, as if asking him [i]why[/i] he was showing such weakness to a stranger. Liam didn't think this woman was a threat, and he sure didn't care if she thought he was weak or not, because he could prove her otherwise. Though he'd realized he'd sort of rambled because he'd gotten eager to share his story and try to find his family, he didn't think that would alter his chances of getting information from her.