[ They hadn't had formal acquainted, no, what with the second outbreak of robots swarming the nearby vicinity (that, and he'd gotten grappled by some mechanical abomination masquerading as a hugbot, nearly stabbing his foot in the process). But Elliot came away with an exceptionally high opinion of his companion at that time: smartly-dressed, athletic, and exceptionally perceptive, which is a pretty big deal to a guy whose main role models consisted of murderers, crybabies, and the mentally insane, respectively speaking. ]

We've met before, correct? I don't think I ever had the chance to properly introduce myself previously. I'm Elliot Nightray.

[ Extending one hand to Edgeworth in deferential finesse, he eventually retracts to shoot more avidly smitten glances over at the swords in contemplation. ]

I see. I prefer thinner swords myself, but perhaps you could give me some insight as to why someone might choose a broadsword as their weapon of choice? Unfortunately, I haven't had the chance to test out most kinds available here myself.