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--one [video]

[Great, one of these things again. This was all feeling a little too familiar. A video shows up on the network, but Lisbeth's face is barely visible. It may seem more like an accidental video. The left side of her body is visible.]

I don't do well in confined spaces.

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[Damn. She's almost disappointed that it isn't the Edgeworth from Siren's. But that could just mean he came straight from his original home.]

It is. But the point is moot.

[Why had she asked that right then?]

Is my name familiar to you?

Yes. From Siren's Port.

[He's about to be annoyed, but he gets distracted by the new piece of information she's revealed.]

Which was the location you were prior to this. You'd been pulled there from your original world.

Yes.

[For a moment he teeters on the edge. He almost...doesn't want to know, because he's partially afraid of the answer. What if she tells him he had been a criminal? Or a defense attorney? And yet he's committed to gathering information, so he girds his courage:]

And there was another version of me there.

Yes. And he was a pain in my ass too.

[It's said almost with affection.]

[He clears his throat. It might be a lie, he tells himself. She might possibly be lying.]

Who was he, precisely?

A stick in the mud, on the right side of the law. I worked in his offices that he shared with Phoenix Wright.

He didn't like the way I threw around my crass language.

[This is all said matter-of-factly, as if she's reading a shopping list.]

With - sorry. What was that...other name?

Phoenix Wright.

[He's silent a long, long time. When he finally speaks, his voice sounds decidedly disoriented.]

...Quite. Indeed. I...would like to speak with you at greater length about this city, if you don't mind.

You're not crazy like those motherfuckers up there, are you?

Ah -

[He hesitates.]

Sorry...What? Like whom?

[The hesitation. It makes her hairs stand up.]

Nevermind. Just try anything and I'm breaking your wrist.

[A threat - right. That's more familiar ground, so he crosses his arms with greater confidence.]

Before I agree to that particular verbal contract, I should like you to define "anything." I'll not face retribution for asking a question, I hope.

No. I just ask that you respect when I refuse to answer any specific question. And don't try to get physical in any sense.

[And again he hesitates; when he speaks again, his voice is quite emphatic.]

Madam, you've my solemn oath that the latter will not ever occur under any circumstances. As for the former - would you permit me to try to rephrase it?

[Ugh prosecutors. She sighs.]

You'll get to rephrase it once to get it right. If I'm still not satisfied and refuse to answer, we move on.

Fair enough. And may I have a guarantee of no physical violence on your end?

[It's tough, but Lisbeth knows there's a give-or-take to all of this.]

I promise.

My thanks. I also intend to ask Pinkman about this. I'm willing to do this interview together or separately. Your preference?

Whichever is more convenient.

Then one interview together and one separately.

When would you like to speak with me?

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