This line of questioning plainly isn't getting her far, inviting more questions than it's gaining in terms of answers. Vermouth is answering, yes, and Ran senses that she's been truthful in what she's given, but what she has given has been like turning a faucet on a drip -- there's more power behind it, but only droplets are squeezing out.

"I'll try . . ." She accepts the hand, because genuinely, she's not sure. The practice of karate has given her a very tuned sense of her own body, and her leg does not feel fully viable.

Still . . . how are they going to get out of here if she can't walk? Leaning her weight more towards one side she attempts to pull herself up with Vermouth's aid -- then promptly gasps as fire sears through her leg, forcing her back.

She's determined to try again, though, and readies herself for another go. "I do need to know one thing," she says, nudging herself into a better position. "Even if you can't -- or won't -- tell me a lot about yourself. . . . I need to know if you're aiming to hurt anyone else. Conan-kun, Ai-chan, or Sera-san especially. That's important to me."

It's not all she wants. But it far outweighs her own desires.