She hadn't expected there to be anyone she knows here. To not be alone is a wash of relief. He may catch a tremble in her shoulders as she holds on just a moment longer than usual.

Probably she shouldn't want him there. Probably it's selfish. He's a child. He should be home, protected, safe. But for the moment she can only feel relief.

"The day before yesterday?" Pulling away, her eyes flick over, instinctively checking to make sure that he's all right. "How long has Conan-kun been here?"