It didn't look like there was anyone nearby but until he knew what was going on, he'd keep his hood up. At least for the time being. Edward knew he was going to have to tread carefully. He only hoped that the man he had shaken hands with was telling the truth about himself. Edward was confused a little by the way he spoke to him. Did he mean in the way that the assassins seemed to be work in service to one another? To the creed? He was uncertain but he knew he'd find out more given some time.
"Stating the obvious there, mate" he replied. "No, and it doesn't much feel like any part of the Caribbean islands either" Edward remarked. He could sense something though. Something nearby, something that he hadn't sensed before. It felt like when he knew something interesting was nearby. His hand was drawn to a leather pouch at his hip. Instead of finding spare shot there, there was a flat object. Smooth to the touch, even cold. He took it out and looked it over. "What the hell is this thing?" he muttered, turning it over in his hand. As he did so, the screen lit up. Edward looked over at Jacob to see if there was any flicker of recognition in the mans expression.