The grin and sudden, manic mood shift was alarming; too much almost for Shinichi to keep up with. "No other clues?" he repeated slowly, thinking. As 1412 stepped closer, he absently reached out a hand to steady himself on the other's arm. "You were stained in blood but not wounded," he said. "And you seemed ... variable, at times overly forward and others merely confused. And -- ah." Shinichi collected himself and his hand. "You are not cold as he was."