Sweet. [ the grin grows into something bigger, a little wobbly like she's not sure exactly how the giant grin thing works. then with a little shake, like a dog coming out of water, she grabs the device and hands it over, busying herself shoving all her stuff back into the bag. ]

I can deal with Edgeworth. [ she stands, slinging the bag over her shoulder and dipping one shoulder in a shrug. ] He's a dick sometimes, but I've dealt with worse. And I guess he means well.

[ another shrug. ] Or whatever.