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Not right now. You need something?

I would like to speak with you about your dogs.

[A pause, and then maybe the touch of something slightly defensive in her tone.]

What about them?

[Oblivious to that - ]

What do you do with them during the jump?

[Not the route she thought this was going, but that just makes her more confused about why the hell he's asking her this.]

They come in the gravcouch with me.

...Oh. What would you do if they were...rambunctious?

They aren't.

I'm asking what you would do if they were.

And I'm saying they aren't. Trained them since they were puppies.

[His voice is starting to show the slightest signs of stress.]

Entertain, please, the hypothetical situation of what if one was.

[Hers is, in turn, starting to sound angry at the edges. She still has no idea what this is about, and he's run himself straight into the middle of a subject she doesn't necessarily like letting everyone and anyone know about.]

I'd get them to stop that shit and behave. They're knocked out once they're hooked up in the couch anyway, same as people.

[A slight pause - ]

So if I can hold her still for just a few minutes, it'll be all right?

You've got a dog?

[Well, that makes the conversation a bit more understandable.]

[Oh. Yes, he...probably shouldn't have spoken so concretely.]

I...Yes. Apologies. I do. She just showed up this jump. [A slight pause.] I suppose that was obvious.

Right.

[A pause, getting everything he's said so far straightened out better within context.]

Yeah. Get her in the couch and she'll go into stasis. She gives you any real trouble and I can give you a hand.

[It's a month off, but she feels safe enough making the offer.]

[A grimace - ]

I fear by that point it will be rather late to train her.

Not a problem.

[A hesitation - ] I fear I do not follow. Are you that skilled a trainer, then?

[There's a pause where she considers just agreeing with that. She was a skilled trainer. As far as she was concerned, there was no one better - the one thing she would always be utterly confident about at any time. But getting in his dog's head and laying down commands without him knowing, that feels wrong. She takes a breath, then encrypts the feed.]

I'm a caninapath.

[He frowns, clears his throat, crosses his arms - ]

Is that...precisely what it sounds like?

Commune with and control dogs. [It's repeated from her file, but there's a pause, and she adds,] More than dogs. Only found that out here.

[Sorry that's interesting, but there's actually a rare and genuine enthusiasm in his voice - ]

So I could have you communicate messages to my dog? [Belatedly, he remembers to be Serious Miles Edgeworth - ] That's a matter of...considerable scientific interest.

[The enthusiasm might go some way (she likes people that like dogs, after all), but his phrasing rubs her completely up the wrong way.]

I'm not a fucking science experiment, Edgeworth.

[He clears his throat self-consciously.]

I...No. Of course not. [A beat - ] Apologies.

And you don't go around flapping your mouth about it. I decide who knows.

[Not that it really matters, the amount of other abilities people showed on the ship. But the dogs could be separated from her. She didn't want it freely known how important they were.

She takes another breath, letting her temper ease back.]

But I can help you with-- what's her name?

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