Snippet #1581

Liam stepped upon the platform, his face hardening quickly. He had followed Azreal's gaze when he stopped moving and frowned. He only managed to catch a glimpse of one of the figures, before it disappeared nt the crowd, but he knew that outfit. Cursing under his breath, he moved surreptitiously closer to the boy, and muttered under his breath, allowing only the two of them, and the other Aeons who had boarded the platform by that point, to hear him.

"I fear we may be watched. And no, I don't mean that in a good way." He continued looking around, but could not see them. "I don't know exactly who, or why, but I recognized the traditional assassin garb on at least one of our so-called well wishers. Trust me, I would know. We may not have to worry if this Machina gets us up sometime soon, but just in case, be ready. Just try not to show any sign of realizing it. I don't want to provoke anything. Azreal, what do you make of this? You obviously noticed them first."