Vermouth knows all too well that Ran hadn't forgotten. How else would the high schooler pick up her identity while in disguise from just one slip up? But she also couldn't tell her the truth. Endangering her that way... that would be a sin even Vermouth refused to commit.

She sighs. "Oh Ran, are you sure this is the time for this?"

Slowly, she starts walking again, the gun lowered at her side but still in her hand. There is a purpose to her stride, slow but steady.