Another contact acquired- and a prosecutor at that. Now that Miles Edgeworth had officially left the facility it was good to know that he still had some sort of legal backing, in an curiously presumptive way. Perhaps it was the fact that he would have believable backing on the complete implausibility of the situation when they were released-- but then again, he'd been preparing his testimony for Ruhenheim, and that had been beyond the realms of... well. Anything.
At any rate, he could only hope that she would prove as... flexible as the prosecutors he'd dealt with in the past. Minor transgressions had to be overlooked to protect the overall integrity of the case. Many of them had understood that- they hadn't had a choice, in most cases, but most found themselves able to co-operate. But in a place like this, Lunge couldn't help but wonder just what kinds of 'transgressions' he would end up making. In a place like this, anything could happen. Whether or not he was prepared for it was-
No.
Lunge settled himself into the Sun Room in silence. "Perhaps the man you were waiting for has therapy today, Mr. Jung?" his nurse had offered, shepherding him in out of the cold with a smile. "It might be better if you waited inside for them."
'Morgan'. Was it likely that they were seeing a doctor? Or was it more likely that he was wasting his time, or was simply being tested? Hmm. Blond, in his twenties... it was a vague description at best, one that matched a good third of the patient populace. Well. If Morgan wanted to be coy, so be it. He had other things to consider.
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At any rate, he could only hope that she would prove as... flexible as the prosecutors he'd dealt with in the past. Minor transgressions had to be overlooked to protect the overall integrity of the case. Many of them had understood that- they hadn't had a choice, in most cases, but most found themselves able to co-operate. But in a place like this, Lunge couldn't help but wonder just what kinds of 'transgressions' he would end up making. In a place like this, anything could happen. Whether or not he was prepared for it was-
No.
Lunge settled himself into the Sun Room in silence. "Perhaps the man you were waiting for has therapy today, Mr. Jung?" his nurse had offered, shepherding him in out of the cold with a smile. "It might be better if you waited inside for them."
'Morgan'. Was it likely that they were seeing a doctor? Or was it more likely that he was wasting his time, or was simply being tested? Hmm. Blond, in his twenties... it was a vague description at best, one that matched a good third of the patient populace. Well. If Morgan wanted to be coy, so be it. He had other things to consider.