Edward watched her stand and frowned. "Come on, sit. You're making me nervous!" He scooted over so she could sit beside him.

"Here, it isn't much." He pulled out a knife. It was a very old small kitchen knife that was rusty but the blade had scrapes as if someone was trying to sharpen it on any sort of uneven stone. Parts of the metal were also scratched and dented from him trying to play with it and throw it.