[As before, Edgeworth shrugs off the girl's comforting gesture, scooting back out of her reach. If he trusted his legs to hold him he would have stood and put even more distance between them.]
What was that?
[He narrows his eyes, looking at her as if she was his attacker rather than savior.]
no subject
What was that?
[He narrows his eyes, looking at her as if she was his attacker rather than savior.]