He's headed into the lounge for, well, a fake drink at least (because honestly there's not much else to do around here but drink not-alcohol) when he hears a voice. A familiar voice he'd never expected to hear again. That voice is enough to freeze him in his tracks and get him to turn his head to see where it came from.

"Liam." It's barely above a whisper itself, but then the panic sets in as he runs over to kneel beside Liam. "Liam! Can I get some help over here please?!"