No perturbed follow-up questions: interesting. Edgeworth probably thought his answer had been an evasive maneuver, which, logically, it should have been. That sort of question had been pretty personal, and no person in his right mind would flat out admit to having enemies unless he'd been talking to a very close friend. Still, he hadn't gotten much of a reaction out of a purposefully loaded response: that was a first.

"Guess not, then." Edgeworth's logic seemed sound enough, although Niikura had his own ideas regarding what they were all doing here. They all sounded too much like stuff out of a manga, though, and he wasn't sure that would get any serious, thoughtful comments out of a guy like Edgeworth. "It's frustrating, though." He looked down at the smiley face shirt and made a face.

"And I was really hopin' we were through with these--probably the one good thing that came outta Aguilar takin' over, new uniforms." He plucked dismally at the shirt. "Gray is just not my color - not that this looks flatterin' on anyone, actually." And it was probably just the uniforms that had been switched back; he was definitely pushing his luck in hoping that they'd ditched the pink glop for breakfast, lunch, and dinner too.