[He nods in response to her bow—more out of habit than respect—and without offering his own name in return he flees the scene, hurrying away from the indiscreetly staring crowd. He barely pauses along the way to check that the girl is following.]
[Shortly they come to a small, picturesque café about a block away. Edgeworth settles into a seat at one of the wrought iron patio tables, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he feels the nervous energy that kept him going starting to drain out of him. After a moment, he looks at his companion.] Tomoe is your surname?
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[Shortly they come to a small, picturesque café about a block away. Edgeworth settles into a seat at one of the wrought iron patio tables, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he feels the nervous energy that kept him going starting to drain out of him. After a moment, he looks at his companion.] Tomoe is your surname?