No, [ something in his voice suggests that the entire situation unnerved him more than he'll readily admit.

He rubs at the bridge of his nose, thinking. ] Some kind of defense, perhaps. Or -- [ another glance back at the door, his hand lifting. He stops inches from the metal, fingers splaying. ]

Tragedy can leave a mark on a place, like a wound. [ He wouldn't go so far to call it a haunting but it is something in that vein. ] Did you hear the voices of anyone you knew?