"Yours?"

The surprise is genuine, though perhaps not for the usual reasons. First comes the thought that he should already have an idea of his identity, especially given that she already knows it — but then comes the knowledge that she's quite sure that she shouldn't. Should she? Where had she learned such a thing?

There's a moment of conflicting information until Ran grasps a memory of tea shared with an Oriental couple with very familiar faces — a memory that is conspicuously absent when she's actually in the 'Neath. (And one that, even now, brings something of a blush to her cheeks. She's not a shy woman by any means, but it's a peculiar sensation to be aware of another version of herself so comfortably married to a man she knows.)

Of course. Kudo had mentioned that they were in the Mansion. She'd been so caught up in her writing — and then distraught at his appearance — that she'd nearly missed it.

Ran relaxes somewhat, neatly folding the handkerchief and handing it back to him. "You've remembered your name? Or something of your past?"