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[Sitting at her computer and stuffing McDonald's fries from a Happy Meal into her mouth, Lisbeth wears a faded black tank top. In addition to three earrings piercing her left lobe, her left nostril, nasal septum, eyebrow, and lip are pierced. A wasp tattoo is only visible when he turns her head to drink from her soda can. Her hair is jet black and cut like Helen Keller did the work herself. The only different thing about her appearance is the black mascara she applied around her eyes, giving her a raccoon effect. She finally addresses her audience.]

I'll give you a face, but no name, Siren's Port. You're gonna see alot of me soon enough.

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I don't trust you enough to give you that information.

Fair enough.

May I inquire as to whether or not you've found employment, Ms. Wasp?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

That does cover the full range of possibilities, yes. I'm merely asking because I can assist if you've not.

Is it a job where I can come like my normal self?

Or do I have to wear stockings?

Forgive the confusion. I'm not offering you a job; I'm saying I can help you look for one.

[oh. good.]

That would be nice.

What are you interested in?

[Her interests? What--? oh. Things she liked. She wasn't used to people asking her that. No one really seemed interested in that.]

Tattoos, piercings. Computers.

Most likely going into the latter line of work would be more immediately profitable, as I believe you need a license and special training to work as a tattooist or piercer. I'm not altogether certain of that, however, so perhaps it bears investigating; nevertheless, computers are indubitably more commercially viable.

[She finds it strange that he wants to help her. In a way, she's suspicious of it. However, since he didn't offer her a job in his own place, whatever that was, so maybe it wasn't an agenda.]

What is your name? I've secured the network so anything you or I say will only be visible to us.

[He frowns slightly down at his screen. He'd rather taken her earlier refusal to release her name merely as being difficult - which was no foolish move; people here were so consistently curious that one could often negotiate for information with something as mundane as a name. But setting up such barriers merely for his name as well? It smacked either of caution or of paranoia, two concepts separated by a very thin line.]

My name is Miles Edgeworth. I work as an attorney.

[The name immediately rings a bell and within Lisbeth's mind's eye she searched for where she'd read it. Wright's office - the interview. While waiting to be called into his office, she had read the names on the board.

Miles Edgeworth worked with Phoenix Wright. This was certainly interesting.]

So you work with Mr. Wright.

[Edgeworth blinks, surprised, but then wonders why he would be surprised. Ms. Wasp is a young woman who dresses oddly and eats poorly - in short, the sort of person with whom Wright constantly spends the majority of his time deal of time. Is that whom Wasp told her name? He does have the most uncanny ability to win trust from people...]

I do. You're acquainted with him?

In a way, yes.

How I know him, I won't tell you.

He's a nice man.

[If she'd been talking about her relationship with anyone save Wright, that might have sounded suspicious...But it was Wright.]

Nice to a fault, I fear. But you'll never meet anyone more loyal than he. If you've decided to put your trust in him, you'd be hard-pressed to find someone better.

I don't normally trust lawyers. But if you're thinking I told him my name, he isn't the one.

[no, instead, the only person who knew her name was a complete brat.]

[Oh. Hm.]

Regardless, the point still stands; if you do end up trusting him, you won't regret it. If I may inquire, however: do names hold a particular significance in your culture?

People in my culture are too forward with their information. People seem to trust too easily when they give their names. It allows someone to enter your life.

[He thinks that over a while. The easiest response is Doesn't simply talking to people do that, but he has a feeling that if he writes that the young woman's response will be to...stop talking.]

Perhaps so. But having people in one's life is a vital part of the human condition, do you not think?

No, it's not. Let people in and they take advantage of you.

[bitter much?]

[His lips twitch downwards. Familiar sentiment.]

Think about what you told me earlier. What interest you are tattooing, piercing, and computers. Answer me, though: what use are any of these activities without other people around? How could any of these activities even exist without others?

I'm not denying people existence. I would be a serial killer if that was the case.

[oh, what? a joke?]

But that is the only interaction we should have with people.

Business only?

Yes.

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