"Are you sure this is a good idea...?" Phoenix asked.
He and Edgeworth were making their way across the expanse of the wood tabletop, heading toward where Franziska was seated.
"Wright, consider our situation." Edgeworth replied. "We can't be any larger than the average speck of dust. A stray wind could be deadly to us like this. If we're to have any chance of surviving, we'll need immediate help."
"Yeah, but..." Phoenix responded, still wary, "It's just..."
"You don't trust Franziska's help?" Edgeworth guessed.
"Uhh... yeah." Phoenix answered.
"Don't be childish, Wright." Edgeworth admonished him.
The pair was coming close to where Franziska had her gloved hand resting on the smooth tabletop. Her fingers moved just a bit as she breathed. It might have been hard to see normally, but it was very obvious to the minute lawyers on the table.
Next to her hand, her expensive-looking purse was resting on its side, open a bit.
Phoenix spoke up. "I just think trying to get too close to her seems risky." he said. "Think we could try getting onto her purse instead? Or even into it?"
Edgeworth glanced back, giving him a questioning look.
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