She slows her advance as Ran begins to struggle away, uncertain if it is from pain or fear. However, Vermouth doesn't stop, can't stop until she knows Ran will be all right. She's halfway there when Ran finally speaks.

Ah, shoot.

Vermouth stops in her tracks, eyes wide for a split second. Then she eases back into a concerned expression.

"I don't know what you mean, Ran, but I can assure you that I am Sharon." The second half is at least true...ish. She still doesn't bother with the old accent as she continues, "My name's on all my things, remember? Would the train use the wrong name?"