Liam shifted nervously in his chair, his hands intertwined with each other repeatedly as he fidgeted with them. He watched the room, corner to corner, noticing the quietness of the lobby which seemed to descend down upon the room after what seemed to be akin to a cloning machine gone haywire and started to deposit its clones aboard the Trotsky. However it seemed like the cleaners were successful as no new potential recruit had entered the room; at least none of whom seemed to be related to that earlier animal impressionist.
To kill some time Liam picked up the morning star newspaper and noticed that it seemed like all of Sirius was going to undergo a series of massive and prolonged change of some kind whether it was political turmoil in the case of Kusari, faced with a foreign aggressor in the case of Bretonia or continuing economic struggles in Rheinland, to Liam this meant that it looked closer to time in which the educated worker would soon want to shake off the shackles of the oppressors. This made him feel that Katz was almost prophetic although it could also be explained that the failures of the houses only needed a a person with a fresh perspective, the true perspective. After reading the paper Liam sat pondering on what was going to happen to himself regarding the outcome in the vetting procedure.
