Edward had been tracking Torres before he stepped out onto the station. One minute, he was approaching the entrance to the Observatory, the next he had stepped past the threshold and appeared somewhere else entirely. Edward certainly couldn't have blamed it on the booze since he hadn't touched a drop that day. Something of a rarity for the man who considered a corked bottle to be breakfast, but he had a task to do and one that he needed some level of focus for.
He had seen the observatory before. It certainly didn't look anything like the room he stood in. With silent, careful steps, he made his way across the room until a doorway opened up before him. It wasn't like any door he had seen, and the furniture in the room had only a passing resemblance to the things he could recognise.
He was immediately caught dead in his tracks as he went to leave the room, stopping in the doorway just in time to see another man walk out of the door on the opposite side of the corridor. Like Edward, he appeared dressed in assassins garb but it didn't look familiar. Nothing like the assassins he knew, so perhaps an assassin from another land? When the man spoke, Edward instantly recognised his accent. An Englishman? He wasn't sure if he was just lucky or not... "I was going to say the same thing to you" Edward replied with a smirk. He stopped to glance down either end of the corridor, his hood still up, obscuring his face somewhat in the strange, unnatural lighting of the space station. "Where is this place?" he asked. Or had the other man arrived just as he had?