Armand sat down again, though now he had to keep his hands in sight, which bothered him. He had no idea what to do with them, so he crossed his ankles, which felt awkward with bare ankles in the annoyingly flimsy slippers the Institute provided them, and rested his elbows on his knees. When Mustant explained, he waited even past when the man turned to Edgeworth before he realized that was all of it. So simple. He caught himself before his jaw fell open.

"That's it?" he finally asked. "I have two men I usually spend the nights with, but we seem without direction. I'd like to feel as if I were working to some purpose. I don't feel I should abandon them every night, though." But he felt he had become a liability to them. Not something he wished to explain. "I meant to try to speak to you days ago, and kept putting it off."

As for his skills, he had no idea what he could offer. "I was studying the law before the revolution, and after that I had very few opportunities to do anything very useful for anyone, including myself. I can follow orders." He didn't always do so, and that was the source of his nervousness at the moment, but he still could not imagine the kind of pressure he'd been under last winter duplicating itself at this Godforsaken institute. "I'm small, stronger than I look and clever with my hands. And I can be taught."

"I feel tis only fair to explain that there are many modern devices and concepts I still don't understand." Like how to restore the fuel source to his portable light, or even if he'll have some kind of light tonight, having lost it in the battle.