She watched him, carefully. His emotions were both obscure and easily read, and the strange duality of it made her respectful. "A grain of salt," she replied after a breath of silence. "Nothing should be trusted without some kind of evidence or backing." A fact he likely knew, if he had know Edgeworth or his father as he had said previously.

But there existed something in the silence, something that Renamon needed to clear up. Surprisingly, unlike some that she had explained herself to, there was not much in the way of reservation. She liked Byrne, and she would offer herself for him to accept or judge to his content. "You're human," she said quietly, gently, without lacking any clarity to her tones. "This is all new to you. So if you have questions." Her bright eyes kept to his. "About these things, what I've said, myself... Please ask." There was a beat of time. "I'm willing to explain to you."