The blanket fell further, bunching around Edgeworth's waist as he jerked away from the touch, but the voice told him, before he'd whipped his head around, just who the hand belonged to. He glared at Wright then turned back to the stranger standing by the armoire, narrowing his eyes as he attempted to make out the increasingly familiar, shadowed features. The man's calm narrative went on throughout, nonsensical through Edgeworth's confusion, and he struggled to process it.

Finally, recognition dawned. Surprise flashed over Edgeworth's face, anger following on its heels. He gritted his teeth, turned to Wright, and jabbed a finger back in Mikk's direction.

"You allowed him into my apartment?" Again, Sigi's quiet growl punctuated the harsh words.