I knooow... But all I'm doing is carrying around reports like a carrier girl... I was hired to be a pathologist! But people treat me more like a PA :c

Dr. Meanie sent me home :<

"Me too, Prosecutor Blackquill! And if you ever need ointment again, you know where to find me!" She smiled brightly at him, waving.

"Ema mentioned her, too," Yuna recalled. "I haven't met her yet, but I look forward to it. Until then, I just try and stay present, and helpful, you know. If I do good work, hopefully they'll let me help more as well."

"Nice to meet you, officially, I mean!" She bowed as well. "Ah, well – Miss Skye already warned me that there's kind of a boys club there, and not to let myself get undermined. But it is difficult when you're not taken seriously yet, you know?"

"That‘s really nice! I will definitely be an asset! Once they let me actually work, that is. That‘s still a bit of a challenge. Anyway, you‘re Prosecutor Blackquill, right?"

Yuna lit up bright like a Christmas tree. "You know my name! Oh, that makes me so happy! I reminded my boss three times already, but he always forgets. And I don't think most people even realize I work here yet. I know I'm still kind of new, but it's nice when someone remembers!"

— she can just hop in there if she needs a rest. It‘s /so/ adorable when her head pokes out of it! Anyway, does that ointment help at all?"

— up during the day, you know? But then I forget them in there and the collection grows. One time one opened in my bag, it was a /disaster/. But it did give me an excuse to buy a cute new bag, so that was nice! I got a bigger one that time cause my dog gets tired on her little legs sometimes and —

— after I took a tumble on some roller blades. Not gonna skip the kneepads next time, that‘s for sure! But I have pretty much everything in my purse anyway, it‘s like a little drugstore in there. And I think I have like, a dozen different lipsticks in there. I always think, maybe I wanna touch —

Yuna didn‘t flinch, just handed him the tub. She knew what this was. And while he probably did have chronic pains from these injuries, a lot of it probably also had mental roots. So Yuna did what she did best, which was fill the silence for his brain to dwell with babble.

"I put that in my purse —

"Are you sure?" She held out a little pink tub. "It smells nice. Might distract you from the itching, at least."

She squeaked and covered her face, looking through her fingers. "Sorry!! I've been here for a while, actually!"

Do you need some ointment?

Yeah, that‘s me! Do you work here, too?

"Will do! Thank you!~"

"Goodie! I look forward to working with you, Mr. Edgeworth!"

Yuna smiled brightly at that. "I‘m glad you think so! I hope I meet your standards with my reports, I try to be very diligent and meticulous with them.“