Conan's protest and Harley's sudden appearance cut through the moment. Ran blinks, jolted, and lets Conan down. "Sorry! I just--"

Something felt important, but it's sliding away as soon as it came, trickling like water sliding between her fingers. She lifts a hand to rub at her forehead, at the space between her eyebrows, but it's gone, leaving her dazed and uneasy in its wake. Her eyes flick up to Harley with the absent, "There are a couple under the work table."

And then, as reality snaps back into place around her: ". . . Where have you been?"

Also, what was that note in his voice a moment ago? His brother is seven. Who gets jealous of a seven-year-old?