Hm. Thoughtfully, Val cocks his head. His eyes look toward the dark ceiling, his mouth pinches in a moment of strict concentration.

"I suspect my innate curiosity and desire to understand this place is suppressing such a feeling," he eventually announces. "I feel, perhaps, and only if I think very, very hard, a small itch at the back of the neck which suggests there might be something to beware. It is a misgiving of self-preservation which I have often felt in similar situations and when crossing thresholds into venues where I might not have been entirely welcome--but in truth, this only makes me more curious at what we might find within. I take, by your question, monsieur, you are feeling such an unsettling much more strongly than I, yes?"

At this rate, he is absolutely going to lose his voice. Untroubled, Val smiles.