“….Don’t know?”
…Ah. Well, that explains it. He’d forgotten everything about the island, like she did once, and like many others had. The aggression from her face quickly faded, and Charlie averted her gaze downwards. The others had all handled it fairly well before. In fact, they’d barely reacted when she forgot everything, so she should try her best to keep everything directed inward now. He must be really confused. It won’t help if she keeps losing her head.
“Sorry, you’re right, monsieur Kudo.” The detective responded, quickly moving to adjust her hat as though that was the reason she’d turned her gaze to begin with, before looking to him again. “I… apologize. I’m a big fan, so I guess it just got to my head a little.”
His switch from anger to submission was surprisingly fast, and surprisingly suspicious. Still, Shinichi focused on the other parts of his words; monsieur denoted French heritage, despite his impeccable Japanese, so perhaps his anger at the honorific-less name was unfounded (after all, western countries were more informal, so it was most likely a cultural thing).
“It’s fine,” even though it wasn’t and Shinichi was still vague on, well, everything that had happened up to that point. “Although it’s a bit odd to have started off without an introduction. You obviously know me,” if he was any cockier, he would have flipped his hair, but he wasn’t about that life, “but who are you?”
