He doesn't say anything, just let's Matt help guide him, trying to adjust to the stretch of pale light, trying to decide if he should exert the energy to extend it before Matt taps the flashlight to his chest.

"Might just be squatters." He thumbs the switch to the flash light, then clicks it off and on for a moment when nothing happens, before giving it a firm shake to rattle the battery around. It works in the movies?

And apparently in real life too, because the next time he flips it, it works, and he quickly sweeps the small room. "Looks like it used to be a wine cellar?" He clears the rest of the stairs down to go poke around. "Table, chairs, open safe." Danny crouches by it. "Empty. News papers on the floor are over two weeks old." He scans the rest of the area, it looked just like a makeshift meeting spot.