Your dog would be more than distressed if there had been any akuma in here, Phoenix thought wryly. Heaving another sigh, he turned toward the door. “Tyki, wait.”

Hoping the other man would adhere, Phoenix ran a hand through his hair and turned his attention back to his friend, wondering how to best go about this. “Listen, Edgeworth,” he began. “I’m not sure how much you’ve heard, but there are… things from another world invading the community, and right now, they’re sort of… Well, they’re sort of roaming the streets of Los Angeles.” He jabbed a thumb over his shoulder, toward the sliding glass door, as if to illustrate his point. (That he could say any of that with hardly a second thought only served to prove how much effect the community had had on his perception of normalcy.)

“Tyki’s been helping clear them out,” he went on, and then a bit hesitantly, “He helped… me out.”