Karr jumped up to dispose of the remains of their mealâ€”that is, to stuff it through a sliding plastic panel in the wall where it fell several stories to the street belowâ€”and bring the last tattered blanket from his meager stores for Lillith.<br/><br/>â€œI usually stay here,â€ he admitted, running an anxious eye over his surroundings, trying to assess them from her standpoint.  It wasn't very impressive by any account.  â€œIt's really not much, but I'm actually better off than most.  I haven't found a lot of blankets and such, but I have the boilers and they keep it sort of warm in here.  And they haven't found it yet, so it's safe.  That's what counts.â€<br/><br/>He listened to her next question and considered it.  â€œThere's not a lot of room for friends here... but I do have some... acquaintances.â€  He grinned at the thought.  â€œIf you're okay with it, I was going to take you to see them tomorrow.  Safety in numbers kind of works in reverse around here: you're actually much easier to find when you're in a  group.  But I think it's the worth the risk.  They worked with Edison, too, and they may have some idea how to get you back.â€<br/><br/>â€œI don't have more blankets or another bed,â€  he apologized as he saw her nodding,  â€œbut you're welcome to mine for the night.  I was planning to stay up and keep an eye out, anyway: we were careful, but it's always possible that we were followed.  Please, sleep.  You'll need your rest for tomorrow.  It's a bit of a journey across the bridge, I'm afraid.â€