Cold, white eyes regard him balefully. Conan also looked annoyed. "I can ask Henrik if he wants some on the job experience."

Checking carefully that his rain boots didn't contain any squeaky sound-makers (safe!) Conan made his way towards the manhole. Those of the forensic team present were too stunned by his appearance to offer assistance and Conan wasted no time in climbing down the ladder. Leaving room for Loewe to follow, Conan paused. Even if it no longer functioned as a dart gun, the watch function still worked, right?

Right. He beamed at the sudden light, almost forgetting his ridiculous outfit.