Liz's master
Eric was moving to the bar. He had a duffle bag slung over his shoulder, filled with his clothes. There was a very decent basement at the bar.
A man was walking a few paces ahead of him, and something was bugging him about him. Until he narrowed it down. Two heartbeats.
Long strides easily had him catch up with the two-hearted creature. "You're one of these aliens," he stated.