Martin listens a bit bemusedly to Saoirse's reasoning, giving her a dutiful nod in response, though he can't help adding, "I thought Teddy wasn't the raccoon? I mean, she said he let the raccoon in." He can hardly keep track of Mrs Finch's bizarre menagerie. He shrugs a moment later. "Of course, I'm not sure she even really knows what she's talking about, but..."

He trails off as he spots the light switch, reaches out and flips it a few times. Nothing happens.

"Are you bloody serious," he mutters. He is, if possible, even less knowledgeable about electricity than he is about squirrels, but the light being on in the kitchen means this isn't a house-wide problem, at least. Not that that's much of a comfort. This is either a burnt out bulb or some sort of... breaker issue? Either way, it seems like a poor omen, and he considers, again, suggesting they just leave.

"Well," he sighs, and pulls out his own phone, adding another flashlight to the mix. "Let's, erm."

He's not sure what he was going to say, but it doesn't matter, because he's quite certain he just heard something from upstairs. He looks up, a bit embarrassed by how fast his heart in his throat about it. It was too quick, half-drowned out by his own voice, to really know if it was a sound like squirrels, or something else. "Did you hear that," he intones softly.