Bruno nodded, and without skipping a beat he set out to do exactly that. He picked up the folded table, carried it out to an open spot on the floor, undid the various fastenings keeping it shut and the legs folded up with barely a flick of the wrist to each, folded the table out into its full length with approximately the force one would use to flatten a recyclable cardboard box, set up and locked the metal legs and everything else in place, and then-- gingerly, as though making sure not to break it-- lifted the whole thing over his head, stepped over to where the other tables had already been placed, and carefully set his down in line with them. Then, after a little nudging to make sure it was plumb with the others, turned back to look at Edgeworth with an 'okay, what's next?' sort of expression.

Note that his all took him less than a minute.