For once Conan had been attempting to mind his own business. He had a book he hadn't read yet, a cup of decent tea and a table to himself. He'd come here with intentions of doing nothing but reading for the next few hours.

He doesn't even make it beyond the first page before he is interrupted by the flash of a camera. His first reaction is panic. Even in this world he didn't like the idea of pictures of him being available just anywhere. That is quickly overtaken by annoyance as he jumps to his feet and he catches a glimpse of the selfie.

"Oi! Wait up!" he chases after Ilda, leaving his book abandoned at the table.

It was bad enough having his picture taken. He refused to put up with it being a bad picture on top of that.