[ Oh shit. She should have seen that coming. But in her defense (Hah, get it?) there really wasn't a doubt in her mind that the oversized Candy Cane had been used as the murder weapon — all signs pointed to it, from the size of the wound on the victims' head, to the very obvious bloodstains that had been left behind. She straightens herself up as if trying to look bigger than she is — which probably looks more hilarious when one realizes she's standing on a box to properly see across the court.

She opens her mouth to argue her point further, saying something along the lines of — Those can't be the only fingerprints. or There's more than one way to swing a candy cane. Or something equally as stupid.

She doesn't get that far, however, when Nahyuta is basically wrapping up the trial before it even starts. ]

That does not prove anything! [ She shouts — no, that's not the right word. She slightly raises her voice, a frown creasing her lips. ] I have not had the chance to make my case, and I will not leave this room until I see my client freed from these charges. You have said your piece, so must I speak mine. [ You dick. ]