"No, there is no correct answer other than the trurh," she says, then groans, because she's starting to sound like Miles Edgeworth and she hates it. The detective keeps looking at her with those wide, sad eyes and she either wants to throttle him or pat him on the head. She's not sure.

With a sweeping motion, she gestures to the room around them. "Do you know why I invited you to meet me here today?"