To think, flitting around outer space was mundane for him long before his first experience with a plane. If Edgeworth had his timeline right, even the boy's fledgling flights in his war machine would have come before his first steps on Earth. He wondered briefly if Winner had anticipated his first plane trip with any of the anxiety he was feeling now as they approached the shuttle. However, he discarded the notion almost immediately. Surely experiences on such a massive scale would make something like a plane ride seem unspeakably banal.

Their life experiences and perception may not be mirrored, but he could at least try to maintain an equivalent level of grace. Edgeworth made an effort to steady his thoughts, nourishing the excitement slowly building in his chest and scattering the threads of anxiety as best he could. "Please, elucidate. Forewarned is forearmed, after all."