Edgeworth spins on the spot, wrenched from his reminiscence by the intruder. When he recognises the approaching figure, he's not sure whether to be irritated or relieved. On one hand, he's hardly in the mood for company... on the other, he suspects he will have less explaining to do than he would if it were anyone else.

"Mia Fey," Edgeworth answers, the corners of his lips curving upwards as he shoves his hands in pockets. "I should have known." He allows the words to hang in the air between them, not elaborating any further for now.