"Probably, legs like that." Stood to reason. Stalking over cornfields or whatever, at least that came to mind with the accent. He might have a bit too vivid an imagination, but it enhanced life, so he wasn't complaining. He leaned slightly against Echo, different urges fighting inside him. Still, in the end he had thought about helping him and that meant he wanted to see it through. At least give it a chance. "If you come with me, I can show you an alternate exit. Unless we want to find out what's from the South and blue and black and red all over."

"Such a bleeding heart," Barbara commented, before patting Edward's face on her way out, which he decided to just let happen. Whatever.