The flight attendant standing over him had, at a normal size, a veritable waterfall of sandy brown hair which cascaded over her shoulders and down her back to stop around the level of her thighs.
At Edgeworth's current speck-like size and position perched on a bed which appeared to sit fairly low toward the floor, this meant that the lowest reaches of the woman's hair appeared only fifty feet or so above his head.
She had stopped in front of the bed, in such a position that Edgeworth was looking up at nearly the dead-centre of her figure. Thighs which looked as wide as a city block stood like great monoliths on either side. They vanished into a uniform skirt so small it barely existed compared to the rest of her outfit. Her uniform split most of the way up to reveal such an absurd expanse of cleavage it could've contained an entire residential neighbourhood.
Edgeworth had only just enough time to register that he couldn't see the impossibly vast woman's face past the swell of her chest before she began to rush downward, the incredible expanse of her body filling the entire space overhead.
Cammy grumbled to herself, looking over the mess of her breakroom bed. Rhoda could've been nice and cleared some of this up earlier...
She batted a half-crushed soda can off the opposite edge of the bed, hearing it clunk to the floor out of sight.
She couldn't reach the object she was after, and got one knee up onto the bed to extend her arm's range. She took no notice of the utterly puny speck on the bed beneath her as it was sent into a tumbling roll down into the depression in the bed that her knee's weight created.
Stammering and clawing for a grip he couldn't find, Edgeworth slid helplessly in the direction of the invincible pillar that was the woman's knee. The ground beneath him had almost instantly transformed to a dizzying slope as she put her weight onto it.
If she had set her knee directly on top of him, he was sure he would have died before he could even realize what was happening.
Whatever she was doing, he could only hope she finished with it very quickly.
She did. The ground leveled back out just as rapidly as it had changed before, and the dust speck prosecutor splattered, dazed, in place. He groaned.
Pocketing the item she'd located on the far edge of her break bed, Cammy thought to herself. She was supposed to make another pass through the first-class deck in about... zero minutes, but it probably wouldn't be any issue if she caught a quick nap first. Her bed was right here.
Cammy began to slip her feet out of her shoes, still unaware that she wasn't alone in the breakroom. Similarly, she was entirely unaware that the plane was barely a few seconds from another bout of turbulence.
It struck in short order.
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