Feather
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Forget hearing a pin drop, Conan was sure he would have heard a feather drop in the room. The woman was staring at him with an expression somewhere between confused disbelief and shock. The cards slid lower in one hand, and then escaped completely to fall to the floor. Conan could hear that peculiar sound of heavy paper hitting the floor and let his grin widen a bit.
Obviously flustered, the woman adjusted her glasses before reaching down and busily trying to gather the cards back up. He could tell she kept fumbling them.
Finally, she sat up, staring at him for another few seconds. Before she could say anything he interrupted her and said cheerfully, "You told me to tell you what I saw right?"
"Y-yes... I, but... I..." The dazed psychologist shook herself, coughed lightly then murmured faintly, "Good job, Conan-kun."
She noted something down, switched the card, and asked, "How about this one?"