Ran shakes her head, eyes following him as he leans against the wall. Her relief at his well-being still lingers, but she feels compelled to watch him, to make absolutely sure that he's in good health. (Or at least reasonable by 'Neath standards.)

"I simply heard it mentioned in a conversation," she explains, refraining from mentioning that she'd been eavesdropping at the time. Her hands fall to her lap and gently twist the handkerchief, running the fabric through her fingers. It's a tell, she knows, but she's too shaken to stop herself. "I don't know anything more than the name."