Edgeworth stood in the doorway, looking up at Jenna with a deep frown set on his face. He had planned to initially tell her off for what she had done in the first place, and he had scripted out other ideas inside his head. But now that she was actually standing in front of him, he couldn’t think of anything proper to say.
“Hello.” He folded his arms, drumming his finger against his left elbow. “You need to fix what you have done to me.”