...it's strange to be on the other side of the coin, Edgeworth thought before he turned away from the other man, his gaze focusing on a bowl of some sort of...odd liquid (was that intended to be food?) that was sitting on his dresser. Frowning, he moved over to the bowl, picking up the spoon sitting inside of it and stirring the mush in a semi-circle before he glanced back over at his roommate. "...I'm afraid I've no idea where they have taken your things," he admitted, dropping the spoon in the bowl, the soft sound of metal clanking against metal filling the room. "Nor do I have any idea what they've done with mine either. Do you know where you are right now?"