She has only a split instant of a warning - Conan's eyes flicking upward towards the intruder - before the man's voice resounds suddenly behind her.

It's not an exaggeration to say that Ran's been a little unhinged by the day. What with appearing in a strange place surrounded by people who don't look like anything she's ever seen with the uncertainty of how and when she'll ever get home and all that Conan's spilled onto her lap about this place...

Well.

There's a yelp, and the teacup jolts from her lap and shatters -- and with a move rivaling the speed with which she once dodged a bullet, Sherlock will find a fist plunging towards his gut.

Sneaking up on regional karate champions is not advised.