"Oh! Yes, I do have managers underneath the two of us and people in corporate who can pick up the slack, but um…. It's a little complicated because, um… Like…. My husband has only left his house like twice since middle school, once when we moved and once when we got married. He's a shut in and kind of um… like, shuts down when he's perceived by a lot of people." And THAT was were the complications came in. He was not a people person to an extreme.
Never been a fan of the spotlight, huh? "… There's parts of it I don't like, either, if I'm honest. I'm just used to it."
… Actually, it was kind of nice to hear that. Someone who was willing to acknowledge her concerns and not brush her mistakes under the rug, but also still come out on the other side of the tunnel thinking she was still an ok person. … Somehow that was exactly what she needed to hear. "… Thank you, Edgeworth-san. That means a lot, actually."
… HUH? THOUSANDS? But that was… Not even…. Not even bombers killed that many, generally? That was usually in the hundreds max! She blinked, an in an entirely delayed response, started out with a "Not intentionally, I would assu--?" But before she could conclude that question, or even spend too long thinking about the answer, there was a knock on the door and she shut her mouth.
That was Andrew's privacy to be had. He didn't necessarily volunteer for that information to be handed to the wardens, so… Another time.
