Just suppose? Pretty cold. If he were feeling more like his usual self, he might have been tempted to needle Edgeworth on that point just to see how far he could push him; Niikura settled for a rough laugh instead. "Trust me, I've had it a lot worse before. This" - he gestured broadly - "is just the usual collection of scrapes an' bruises. Nah, right now all I want is some food--did I mention I hate Sundays? Only two meals instead of three...really sucks, y'know?"

At this point, he would have been tempted to lace his hands behind his head like he usually did, but his arms were still too sore to do so. Damn those human limitations. "So, how're ya likin' it 'round here? Feelin' settled? Hate to break it to ya, but days 'round here ain't half as excitin' as yesterday's little field trip. Guess that's better, though: ease into it, be a bystander for a bit instead of gettin' dropped straight into everything like your friend..."

Yes, it was true: all one had to do to get Niikura to perk up was talk at him, because he'd talk right back and then some. There were some exceptions, but none of them applied to just shooting the breeze.