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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?

[And, with just a touch of defensiveness in his own voice:]

I'm capable of discretion, and the fact that you encrypted this transmission wasn't lost on me. I know.

[Then, a bit more gently:]

Pess is her name. I believe she's a shiba inu.

Good breed.

[Friendly, good natured, easily trained. Good hunters. Truth was she'd likely say that about any breed, though.]

I can help you with Pess.

...How complex are the messages you can communicate?

Don't really think about it like that. Depends on how they are.

So - "Do not wander too far" would be difficult, or...?

Can probably manage that. Set it in as a command if she's gonna ignore it.

What about... [Hrngh...] More sentimental messages?

Usually don't need them. Unless you're shitty to her.

[A pause, and there's something a lot lighter in her voice as she carries on. She doesn't get to explain this to many people, why nine times out of ten she'd always choose to be with dogs over people.]

They're happy, you know? They don't think or worry like people. Everything's way simpler for them.

[He's a bit startled by the change in tone. He listens, and then ventures, tentatively:]

Rather enviable.

Yeah.

[It's probably the first time she's ever agreed with him so readily, but there's nothing to argue with there.]

[He hesitates, then offers - ]

I'd only had Pess for about two months before I came here. It was clear that she had...come from a difficult background. She'd been abandoned and left to fend for herself. Yet I've never met any living thing with greater cheer or optimism.

They're tough fuckers.

[But the idea of only two months out of a difficult background does make her frown slightly. Happy and carefree was the normal for dogs, in her experience, but things could still weigh on them, turn them belligerent and angry. She doubted Edgeworth would keep a dog like that around, but it still made her wonder.]

You want me to meet her, you can bring her to training.

[...Strange phraseology, and speaking suddenly about training seems something of a non sequitur, since they'd not discussed it before. Still - ]

Then you are willing to train her? My thanks.

I can't train her. She's your dog. I can show you how, give you a hand, but she's got to respond to you or there's no fucking point.

I was talking about your training.

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