Busy man. Phoenix looked on with a noticeable lift of his eyebrows, watching Edgeworth's pen fly across the page. He wondered if he wasn't playing right into somebody's hands, going off on his own and running in parallel. Safety in numbers seemed to be a rule at Landel's, with all of its clubs and those mysterious spots of isolation that apparently preceded disappearance. Still, a lot of his current projects were dead ends, or at least so extremely long-term in scope that he couldn't focus on them alone.

"It might not be a bad idea. Something random, though - I don't know how well anyone from the future knows either of us, so anything too symbolic seems risky." He pulled out his own journal, copying the list Edgeworth had just given him quickly. There were a few things that interested him in that lineup, among them not only another detective, but the guy from the bulletin. The confession he'd made to the general population not too long ago had interested Phoenix, more than a little because of what it meant that both of them might be capable of. He glanced up from scribbling names, chuffing a half-laugh. "You have your chance to suggest something before I start spouting fictional characters."