Somewhere in the back of his mind, he reflects that he knew these caves were going to give him a headache sooner or later. He's disagreeable that way.

"No. No, it doesn't."

Just his bloody luck. Theirs, even. Martel narrows his eyes, warily and discreetly casting out with his mind for any signs of something down here with them that might actually have some kind of desperately inconvenient consciousness.