[Martin stares at the other man for a long moment, utterly nonplussed. It's like... Jon. Jon, back before Prentiss. Before... everything. He can't help it, a giggle bubbles up, the stress and the nerves and too many people finally getting to him. It's not a pleasant sound; it's far too cutting, cold, like something echoing and hollow across a misty shore.]

Oh... Oh, I am sorry, Dr. Strand. That's- [He manages to get himself under control after a few seconds.] Of course that's what you are. Okay. I'm a paranormal researcher, too. Trust me. A lot of it's real.