As Vivian cleans up, Edwin uses his own hankerchief do do likewise, then drops it into the trash bag on the cart as well.  He steels himself, and pulls off his gloves, tucking them into his jacket pocket.<br/><br/>There are times his gift can be quite unplesant, but this is wrong.  Nothing natural could account for everything in that room.  And whatever it is, the longer it takes them to hunt it down, the more likely another soul will wind up scattered about like the poor woman in there.<br/><br/>He moves in, slipping past Vivian and Blake and squarts down, unwilling to get the blood on his pants if he can help it and slowly touched his hands to the floor, eyes closed and fingers spread.  It's not that he can control the visions, but he can make himself more or less open to recieve one.  And as much as he's afraid of what he might see, he tries to open himself up now.