[center][h1][color=686F91]Liam Matthews[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=686F91][b]Location:[/b][/color] Salem Train Station
[color=686F91][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Me, Myself and I[/center][hr]

Glancing back and forth as he stood on the platform, Liam's eyes drifted over the smaller crowd in search of the woman from his vision. In his searching, he did spot the two men by the guard station, raising an eyebrow at the badge. He hadn't gotten a particularly clear look, but the conversation he overheard nearby arrayed that as he spotted the woman he was there for. For now, he watched the brunette on the phone, but made no move closer, idly listening to the conversation as he tried his best to remain inconspicuous, glancing down to his ticket and occasionally back to the woman from his vision. 

It wasn't particularly difficult for Liam to establish that the two younger ladies he had been listening to weren't exactly normal. Whether they were human, demons or something else entirely though, that he couldn't work out just then. As they mentioned Coventry, he sighed. Normally in a situation like this he'd follow the women back to Coventry, usually because he'd be dragged back by Aloise, but still. Then it dawned on him, Aloise was still in Coventry, it was the best he could get to being in two places at once. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his phone, glancing down at a random text as he chuckled softly to himself, pretending to have read something amusing as he switched it to the camera. Holding his phone up, he took a dorky selfie, making sure he got the two women in the background before he texted it off to Aloise.

[center][color=686F91]To: Aloise
Don't know what the two girls are (flowers in their hair), but they're probably going to be starting up trouble in Coventry soon.[/color][/center]

Tucking his phone back away in his pocket, he sighed and focused back on the woman he'd come here for. He shook his head, moving further down to where she was, now avoiding looking in her direction if he could, checking the time as he waited for the train. He was somewhat brought back to his days as a journalist, following a source to try and get a story when they wouldn't share it. Of course, back then there was less of a risk of death.