Karr listened with rapt attention, trying to imagine all the details of what he imagined to be a strange and alien new world full of brilliant scientists and foreign contraptions.  He'd often before tried to visualize itâ€”a place where, for all he knew, there lived an army of Edison's, building and scheming and developing revolutionary new theories with which to change the world.  Lillith's descriptions had changed his views drastically, needless to say, and that together with what little he knew of her so far had him developing a completely new mental picture of these places, like California and New York.  He didn't want to seem rude to herâ€”he was already fairly certain that he must seem terrible crude and illiterateâ€”so he was trying not to ask too many questions, but it was difficult to contain himself.  He'd always had more than his fair share of curiosity for everything around him, and now it seemed those answers were just a few words away.<br/><br/>He was about to answer her question when her scream jolted him rudely from his wandering thoughts and back to the very real, very dangerous present (where it should have been all along, he chastised himself) and to the body that lay before them.<br/><br/>One hand hovering over his leg holster for his baton, he made his way quickly but cautiously to the figure's side, trying to calm his suddenly-racing heart as Lillith held up the watch.   Karr swallowed the dryness in his throat, face pale as he took it from her carefully.  â€œI have no idea.â€  He pretended the tremor in his voice came from his attempts to stay quiet, â€œbut Edison has one just like it.â€<br/><br/>He looked down over the body again, stomach churning as he pressed two fingers to a too-cold neck.  He wasn't sure if he was more hoping to find a pulse or hoping not to, but it was the latter that cemented his suspicions as he pulled his hand away.  No matter how many times he found himself in these situations, he didn't think he would ever become fully accustomed to seeing a human body, still and cold in unnatural death.<br/><br/>â€œCheck her pockets for supplies.â€  He found himself instructing clinically, automatically.  He followed suit on his side of the body, mechanically checking the white lab coat and blood-stained jeans for anything of value.  He found a battered medical ID badge, and tucked it away into a pocket to give to Edison later.  He'd never met the woman, but he had a sinking feeling that Edison must have worked with her.  It was the only way he could account for the strange watch.<br/><br/>Checking around them for any disturbanceâ€”they found noneâ€”he urged Lillith to follow him to the shoulder-high breaker railing at a far edge of the bridge, where they could hunker down in relative shelter and collect their wits.  He offered some of their sparse water to Lillith, and set about examining the watch curiously.  He'd never gotten a good look at the one the inventor wore, and he'd never supposed another one existed.  Edison didn't make a habit of replicating his personal creations, but clearly there'd been a reason to in this case.  He just wished he knew why, or what it did.<br/><br/>â€œAre you okay?â€  He asked Lillith quietly, hesitantly, as he pushed up his sleeve and strapped the watch to his arm with the others.   She looked a little shaken and he couldn't blame her, but they were still painfully exposed on the bridge and needed to continue moving as soon as possible.  They had a long way to travel yet, and although few ventured out hereâ€”even guardâ€”it was impossible to say that they were safe.