To be frank, Liam is kind of a shitty mage; as a Hollower he dabbled lightly in multiple Spheres and never really found one that clicked, so all he can do in regards to Life is sense it, but in this case that's leading--much like it is when his mouth floods with the taste of copper before he swallows and ignores it, because it's none of his business.
"It's quiet." Except for the previously mentioned recreational drug users, one imagines. He looks at the floor for a second, one corner of his lips twitching into the echo of a smile at apparently nothing. "Which is ideal. That's a dollar fourty-nine, by the way."