Zach: What’s wrong with your foot? I bound everything up, an.. *glances down at it* Ah, yea… *glances at Sephiroth* Pick her up and put her somewhere. Hell, take her to the clinic.
Sephiroth: *scowls* Do you even want to go there…?
Edgeworth: Hmm… it doesn’t matter at all. *sips on his lemon soda water before finishing it off. He rises to his feet* Excuse me for one moment. *picks up his glass and returns to the kitchen*