Sorry, Ran. Your turn for a hint of mystery as a smirk and a chiding head-shake is Shinichi's reply.

"A rug or a blanket might be a thought if you have one," he said. "Nothing too fancy. Well, I shan't dally."

And with another bow he was off down the corridor. First to his own room to retrieve more suitable attire and get rid of the bandages entirely, next to the dining room to obtain refreshments suitable for an impromptu midnight ramble. The carpet bag makes an improbable picnic basket, and Shinichi's regretting not buying a more dapper greatcoat, but he knocks at Ran's door with a confidence greatly in excess of its actual existence.