[Javert gives a brief, sharp nod, a low hum of agreement uttered from the back of his throat. He affords a glance askance out the window, his eyelids dropping in thought.]

You have read about the others present with her. The boy is a pesky thing, but only a boy. The other...

[Javert raises his head to Edgeworth, though there is still a distant gleam in his eye.]

He is... close at hand.