Explaining what happened only meant more thinking on things, and Martin didn't want to. At least, as much as he could get away with not thinking about it. Whatever it truly was.

He was confusing himself.

"Nothing," he said, sounding very unconvinced. He shook his head. "I mean, I don't know. Nothing's...happened, really. I guess. I mean." He huffed, sliding against the wall as he curled up a little. "I don't know. Probably nothing."

Getting nagged at by idle birds was hardly grounds to go into a panic.