Miles felt as though he was on his last limb, as well. A rescue mission? How utterly cliche.

He arrived at the Actua Are with Phoenix in tow, looking worse for the wear and rather underdressed, considering it had started to snow a while ago. His hair was unkempt, his white shirt wrinkled and slightly unbuttoned--he'd lost his cravat at the bar and he had a sneaking suspicion that someone had stolen his jacket after it had shown up missing.

He looked up, rather impressed with the outside of the Actua Are... but alas, he had not come to gaze upon the beauty of a quality hotel. He glanced around, trying to find 'Cid's shop'...

His eyes fell upon a tough-looking middle aged blond man swearing at some sort of vehicle.

Wonderful. Just wonderful.

Miles shivered against the cold, rubbing his arms ruefully and approaching the shop cautiously. He cleared his throat when he stopped before the crude, unshaven old man, waiting for a response.

"I'm looking for a Mr. Cid," he said officiously. "I'm Miles Edgeworth--I believe this is the vehicle I requested from him."