Conan's gaze sharpens at these comments, although his expression still shows only skepticism.

And perhaps a small amount of concern for Hattori's sanity.

"Since when have you ever advised abandoning logic? What happened here?"

He frowns.

"As for the rest, I can think of several different explanations for why I could have suddenly arrived in America. Of course you're older than the last time we've met. It has been a while."

Such a deadpan look.

"And you're so sure that I trust you." Which Conan did, of course. But he absolutely refused t admit it. Or the fact that the only reason he was willing to consider taking the whole situation at face value at all was because it was Hattori asking.

"Just what do you mean by swords?" He wasn't sure that he wanted to know.