[ Hey look, it's another similar wallflower. Mitsuru is standing near by, unaware of Edgeworth's presence until a waiter comes around and she reaches out to take a flute of champagne. She sees the familiar shock of grey hair, the clothing which borders on ostentatious yet inexplicably classy and immediately knew who it was.
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She approached carefully, wanting to be polite. ]
Good evening, Mr. Edgeworth.