[center][h1][color=686F91]Liam Matthews[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=686F91][b]Location:[/b][/color] Coventry Horrors, Seventh Floor
[color=686F91][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Aloise Zamora, [@Morose] Seraphina Adams, Emmie Adams [@Nallore][/center][hr]

Liam was less optimistic about miss Valeska's innocence than the agent seemed to be, scoffing as he helped Aloise steady the wardrobe. [color=686F91][b]"Oh yeah, because the act of any proper sane person should be to crush people on the floor below with a damned wardrobe."[/b][/color] He muttered to himself mostly, a little grumpy over almost being crushed, but hey, who wouldn't be? As Keenan and Aloise began to climb up into the attic, Liam moved to follow them, habit more than anything, but seeing Aloise motion for him to remain, he sighed and reluctantly did so, keeping a firm grip on his handgun still as he held the wardrobe, just a bit on-edge.

Leaning against the wardrobe, he tapped his finger idly against the safety of his gun, just above the trigger guard, eyes watching the hole above as he waited for any word or sound that something bad was going down, if that was the case, he'd be climbing up to make sure no one got hurt. Hearing Sera speak toward him, he shrugged his shoulders, somewhat agitated as he spoke. [color=686F91][b]"Oh, fine, you know, almost getting crushed or murdered on the regular, god's still an asshole, the usual."[/b][/color]