"America?" said Oliver, stepping out from his room.  His shirt was rolled up to the left elbow, and he was making adjustments to his arm with a strange tool that looked like a cross between a wrench and a corkscrew.  His left hand-which was hidden beneath a glove--twitched, his fingers spasming strangely before curling up again.  A plume of smoke wafted through an opening in the mechanical appendage.  "Oh dear.  Do you think it might be hot there, do you think?  I've often heard tales about their "Wild West."  I'm quite looking forward to seeing the locomotive engines."<br/><br/>There was a buzzing sound, and he reached into his vest pocket to produce a pocketwatch that, when opened, produced a variety of strange implements, including a small mustache-comb, a nail file, a pair of tweezers, and a variety of spanners.<br/><br/>"Do you like it?" he said, to the room in general.  "I call it my Belgian Army Watch.  I got the idea after seeing a catalogue of similar contraptions used by infantrymen in the Boer War..."