[Edgeworth turns, running a hand through his hair, which was beginning to look more and more of a mess as the day went by. Hunting and trying to carve out tools and fighting off mean monsters can really make one break into a sweat. Boy, they really need to stop meeting like this, but at this rate, he was going to end up forging friendships in the midst of the strangest circumstances.]

It's a pleasure to meet you, Makoto. And, it was the least I could do in the chaos.

[He gives Makoto a small smile. It's a smile, nonetheless, and his bird companion finally leaves him alone, scuttling off into the trees. Edgeworth glances over his shoulder in time to see the bird disappear, and directs his attention back to Makoto, one hand still gripping his sword, the "spear" forgotten on the ground.]

I think we've all had a few long days since arriving in this jungle.