Kaito was perceptive. Not like the detectives he knew, but he had been keeping a close eye on 1412 from the very first moment he and Aoko had run into him. The flash of... well, something, he couldn't quite tell what it was, didn't go unnoticed.

His gaze narrowed, before it flickered back to Aoko. He took hold of her upper arm gently yet firmly, pulling her toward him as he spoke to the assassin on the bed. He wasn't going to take any chances.

"It's close enough that you can get it yourself," he commented lightly.