[It's not until he's dismissed the team to their various tasks and is coming up from the sewer for a much needed airbreak that Conan realises that something is off. It takes him another moment to realise why. The smell of tobacco is rare enough in Asgard that he noted the woman at the back of the crowd, even if he didn't register. Now the crowd has thinned but she's still there.

Conan's turned interviewing over to Beckett to lead (how many people are going to want to be interviewed by a seven-year-old after all?) but he's curious enough to approach her himself.]

Excuse me, Oneechan! Do you live around here?