Unfortunately, neither did Edgeworth. All he could do was stare at his friend, his eyes narrowed, searching for...some cue, some sign that this wasn't what he thought it was, some answer to a question he didn't know.

He didn't find any of it, and eventually he had to drop his gaze. Something clenched in his chest; he lifted a hand to rub fitfully at his other sleeve while his mind floundered for purchase and landed on what seemed like the only means of escape. He looked up into the Corinthian's dark glasses.

"You're... You've been acting oddly this evening. Could this be a virus?"