Unfortunately for her father, Franziska knew what nonsense Miles Edgeworth was spouting. She knew about the time differences and the strange worlds and the impossible things that became possible here. She knew it all, but that didn't mean she was ready to accept it. Nor was she ready to accept Edgeworth's guidance or his thinly veiled advice.

Rude to hit a woman? She hated that phrase. She hated how it indicated that women were the weaker of the species, and how it seemingly mocked her own willingness to administer punishment to anyone equally regardless of gender. Gritting her teeth, Franziska pretended to ignore what Edgeworth said, even as every word was carefully filed away in her mind.

Metal bats. Medical records. Yet again, she was watching from the outside as a battle was fought between her father, her brother and their greatest rival. This time, though, she was here, not in Germany and gods be damned, she was going to get to the bottom of it. She didn't miss the pointed tip of the sword as Edgeworth left, and scoffed at it, turning her back to him.

Now came the hard part. She was left alone with her father. She hadn't seen him in so long, and hadn't even been able to attend his trial. Everything had moved so fast that, by the time she'd been able to gain a reprieve from work, he was already gone. Folding her arms with her journal tucked firmly against her side, Franziska looked at Manfred and... couldn't think of anything to say. She'd never been particularly emotional, but when it came to family, she was particularly bad. She rarely spoke of them or to them, preferring to stay on her own as much as possible.

"..." Gripping her sleeve with one hand, Franziska looked away and finally said, "Fools will say what they will. It means nothing to me."