Ran's own can clatters to the ground, water spilling everywhere as she twists, lunging to catch him. Snatching him from the air, her arms tighten around him before he can hit the ground.

"C-Conan!" The name is anxiety and relief and a touch of upset.

It should have been a moment that passed easily.

Instead the word pings like a ripple inside of her brain, sending off a scattering of echoes that ricochet through her mind. The anxiety, for a single instant, is louder, more insistent, ringing.

In that instant, her breath tightens and unthinkingly she pulls him closer, her heartbeat suddenly too loud in her ears.