Please, sir, can't you do something!?"

The expression on prosecutor Miles Edgeworth's face wasn't very reassuring when he turned upon the other. "No, I cannot. I'm not in charge of security here, after all."

"B-but sir, I-I helped you–"

"And for that, I thank you, but there is nothing I can do to assist you." By then, the man had crossed his arms and had donned a rather uninterested look.

"M-Mister Edgeworth! S-sir!!"

"Everything will be alright if you keep a cool head on your shoulders, Miss Byrde. Calm down."

It was then that Maggey realized she was crying. Turning away, she wiped her eyes and reminded herself to breathe. She drew air in through her small nose and exhaled through her lips, her breath as shaky as her fingers. After a few more exercises, she had almost completely relaxed when a cool voice from behind her made her jump.

"I know someone who can cheer you up, Miss Byrde."

At the mere thought, she whipped her body around to face Edgeworth once more, though a pitiful expression was still on her face. "Y-you do, s-sir?"

He nodded slowly, a smile playing at his lips. "Wait here, Miss Byrde. I'll go fetch him."

Maggey sank into a padded bench as she watched the prosecutor leave. When he hung a left and disappeared, she looked down and heaved a deep sigh. It was just her luck, of course, to lose yet another job because of yet another murder she had been blamed for. She squeezed her eyes closed, trying desperately to hold back her tears, but she still couldn't suppress a light sob. Suddenly cold, she wrapped her arms around herself, but to no avail. There she sat, shivering and weeping, until she heard thick footsteps approaching her. Out of force of habit, she shot straight up and saluted, eyes still shut.

"H-hey, M-Maggey!"

When she heard the all-too-familiar voice, her eyes jolted open, and a soft blush accented her cheeks. "D-Detective G-Gumshoe, s-sir," was all she could say to him before she turned her head away.

"M-Maggey!" Dick Gumshoe rushed over to the woman—whom he, a tall, broad-shouldered gentleman, towered over—concern written all over his face. "I-is everything okay, pal? W-what happened!?"

"I-I l-lost my job, s-sir–"

"What!?" He stomped his foot so forcefully that the woman jumped. "D-don't worry, M-Maggey, I-I'll get you your job back in no ti–"

"Now, now, Detective, let's not make promises we can't keep."

The two faced Edgeworth, who still had a hint of that smile on. He leaned into Gumshoe's ear and whispered something so softly that Maggey couldn't decipher it. When the prosecutor pulled away, the detective nodded before speaking in a rather unsteady tone. "I-I have something to ask you."

The woman quickly noticed his restlessness. "Y-yes, s-sir?"

At first he seemed to choke on his words, but he then spoke so rapidly that she could barely understand what he had asked. "I-I was wondering i-if you'd l-like to have d-dinner tonight, w-with me?"

Just as she sucked in her breath to reply, he interjected rather loudly. "I-I mean, o-only if you w-want to. Y-you d-don't have to i-if you d-don't want to, p-pal. I-I'd understand."

For the first time since she got fired, Maggey smiled. It was small and shy, but it was still there. "I-I'd love to, s-sir. T-thank you."

"R-really?" A hearty grin appeared on Gumshoe's face then. "It's a date then!" Then, his nervous face returned. "I-I mean, i-if you want it to be."

She nodded slowly. "T-that would be w-wonderful, s-sir."

"R-really?" he repeated, an even wider grin on his lips. "T-that's great! I'll get you at seven, I-I mean, i-if that's okay."

With another nod of her head, Gumshoe sighed contentedly. "O-okay, I-I'll see you at s-seven."

"I-I'll see you at seven, s-sir," she replied without noticing that her smile had grown.