[Several minutes later he sits up, and knows that he has become Conan again. He starts rolling up the sleeves that now hang several feet past his hands and wipes the sweat off his forehead. And then eyes the communicator with dread. This was going to be difficult.

He carefully switches the communicator to voice. It would be best to avoid any awkward questions about why he was wearing the costume of a Shiragami that had obviously been intended to be worn by an adult.]

Don't worry! I'm okay. I just couldn't talk earlier.