[Now here's a history that is unquestionably monstrous. Liam's expression hardens as he reads it, unsympathetic to pure evil - in particular, he was quite intimate with the pain of starvation, as well as how it felt to be utterly helpless in the face of a megacorporation. In a moment of vanity, he rages against the fact that he is being compared- however indirectly- to a person like this. After all, there was a big difference between cruel, unfeeling capitalism and the completely justifiable genocide of a planet... right? ...Regardless, he rounds on her, expression hard:]

Dr. Bellum, I presume?

[There's no warmth in his greeting, and he won't bother to offer to shake her hand. Trying to fit in with these people wasn't Liam's game, at the same time, but he knew better than to cut himself off from them entirely. Going in guns-blazing without all of the facts did not suit him. His tone is dry and irreverent, though his words leave some room for ambiguity:]

Exactly the person I'd been hoping to find. Please, do tell me more about this... "VILE", and your research.