The prosecutor shook his head in a manner of saying 'don't worry about it', his expression looking almost as regretful as Phoenix's before he tamped down the sharper edges of his emotions. Covering Phoenix's hand with his left, Edgeworth's hands tightened around Phoenix's, his thumb idly brushing against the back of it in an almost apologetic way. "...I know that we spoke on the bulletin board," he started, an almost pointed edge entering his gaze at Phoenix's prior relentless teasing, "but I would like it if you could meet with me tonight. I want to secure some first aid supplies, and I'd intended on having Detective Gumshoe assist me, however...it doesn't appear that he has had the time to contact me in return."

That fact was beginning to worry Edgeworth - he'd replied to the first note he had received from Gumshoe, and there hadn't been any response either - but he shelved the concern, assuming that the Detective was off lallygagging somewhere unimportant. "We could also...discuss all of this in a more private setting," he prompted as well, his gaze moving over to the patients milling around the room before returning to Phoenix.