The sudden absence of the sound of rushing water finally registered on Edgeworth's consciousness, just as the click of the bathroom door heralded Wright's return. The biting reply died on Edgeworth's tongue; he folded his arms tightly against his chest and focused on Wright (or, more specifically, refused to focus on Larry) as he stood before them both. Wright's smile had returned, albeit in a slightly subdued form; brow cocked, Edgeworth watched him expectantly.