Karr laughed at Lillith's reaction, and laughed again at D's reaction ( a slight cock of the head and a mechanical smile).  His nerves were still on edge, and the sense of relief rushing through his system left him feeling almost giddy.<br/><br/>â€œAh, Cory.â€  He coughed when he remembered that no-one in the group really knew each other, â€œThis is Lillith.â€  He paused for a beat, waiting to see if Cory would process the name, and added, â€œEdison's niece?â€<br/><br/>â€œOh.<span style="font-style: italic">Oh.</span>â€  Corry grinned widely as he processed this information, and swept forward to pull Lillith into a gentle, but overwhelming hug.  â€œLillith!â€<br/><br/>Karr sighed at the big man's social awkwardness, made even more obvious by the massive rifle he still held, and turned his attention to the cyborg.<br/><br/>â€œYou don't have to apologize to him, Lillith.â€  He grinned at the robot, â€œHe loves the attention.  His serial number is D-44, one of the original cyborg prototypes, but you can call him almost anything.  Edison helped develop him, you know.â€<br/><br/>â€œLet's talk on the move.â€  He suggested as something that sounded like a gunshot echoed across the stillness.  â€œWe can't be far out now and it's getting dark.â€ Despite Karr's young age, he always found himself in a position of leadership with the West-enders.  They listened to him for some reason, and he didn't mind guiding them.  He did find it odd, occasionally.<br/><br/>â€œOnly about two miles,â€ Cory agreed, walking alongside him.<br/><br/>â€œWe're almost there, Lillith.â€  Karr grinned at her.  â€œI told you we could do this.â€