For her part, Yuuko remains quiet, letting him have the privacy of his own thoughts. He'd had quite a shock, and would need a little time to sort his perspective.

She has set aside the pipe, and quietly sips from her glass. After finishing the pastry, she regards him thoughtfully. Her demeanor is a little more gentle than earlier, when they'd been exchanging ripostes.

"This is where I live, for now, Conan. You are welcome to visit whenever you like. To talk, or to have pastries."