Their dreams and thoughts — that sounds more than unpleasant, but Ran knows she's hardly one to criticize others' methods of information gathering. She tucks the tidbit away in her mind for later, when they might hopefully be more at ease to discuss it.

What he says next is a little more confusing. Identities are constantly being shed and donned like cloaks in the Bazaar, and hints towards them even moreso, but something about the way Kudo pauses implies something more.

"Whose identity?"