You yawn as you rise from your desk, rubbing a hand over your face before freezing: had you really fallen asleep here of all places? Being Miles Edgeworth's assistant was no easy feat: he wasn't necessarily hard on you, but the prosecutor definitely had a certain way he liked things to be done and even more so prioritized just how long it took. You scramble to pick up your things, hoping that maybe your boss had left for the night, and you could leave without a hitch. Of course, leaving your own space, you notice the light on in Miles' office that glows into the hallway. You debate whether you should just walk past without a word before checking your watch to confirm the time: you're surprised to see that you and your boss are still in the office at such a late hour.

You finally decide approach his office quietly, not doing anything to signal your arrival in Miles' open doorway. Miles is bent over some work, his desk surprisingly well kept for how much work he's been taking on as of late; your own desk was a reflection of just how busy you were.

"Is there something you need? I don't expect that you want to stand in my doorway all night." Miles finally says, breaking the silence but not looking away from his work for even a second. "I would have thought you would have returned home by now."