Vermouth, in a few words, was very unhappy. It was never something she paid particular attention too. It wasn't like it was something she used all that often. She'd maybe used it a handful of times over her life, so she hadn't quite registered it at first.

When she did, she realized how badly things could go.

She was the one who guarded the box. It made sense that if the box was ever stolen, she'd be able to find the damn thing. Of course, she was given a wide area to sense. More than big enough to have the whole mansion in the range. Being the bastards they were, of course it's not like the feeling got stronger the closer she got. She had general area as a hint and had to look for her own.

Which wasn't going to be helpful when a good number of the inhabitants were good at hiding things. And a good many were similarly good at disguises or figuring them out. Which made her difficult job, seeing as probably ninety percent of the people in the place probably didn't trust her as far as they could throw her, all the more difficult.

So, to find who had Pandora and make sure yet another world wasn't destroyed, she would probably need help. A more trusted face, at least. So she was searching so something else.

Namely, a detective who was good at their job who either A, trusted her for some reason, or B, just didn't know who she WAS.

Which is why she's hanging out in the kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee and reading a book. For all intents and purposes, she looked to just be relaxing there. After all, first reactions would be a good way to determine which ones might be good prospects at hiring.

The kitchen is not looking too good right now. Though for once, it's not because of any failed cooking attempts. Someone was looking for something and quite desperately too.

And that someone would be Kudo Shinichi. Who in the middle of his looking has collapsed against the fridge, hand over his heart and looking to be in quite a great deal of pain right now. Those who come from worlds where Shinichi and Conan are the same person and know this might recognize the body language of 'shrinking pains.' Those who don't, it looks like he might need to go to a hospital for some unknown ailment.

Why he was ransacking a kitchen during this time is anyone's guess.

But people might not notice it as an anguished and very pained scream escapes him as pain shoots through him again.

Perhaps this is a new face in the DR? She's certainly not a child most people would recognize. Though she seems...familiar. Though it might not be easy to place where exactly she's from.

While Christie's usual personality did not allow her to act confused or freaked out, her recent act has pushed her to act as a child would. So as any child who'd find herself in somewhere else completely after leaving school, she had a probably confused and curious face. Not that she wasn't honestly curious about where she is.

She'd never had teleportation happen to her before.

"Neesan? Conan-kun? Ayumi-chan? Genta-kun? Mitsuhiko-kun? Are you guys here?" Christie called out. People might notice she's got a definite American accent to her tone.

Vermouth could always pull off the role she was given. Becoming Christie Haibara, Ai's cousin from the states, did not change that one bit.