"Your housemate then." He's not sure how else to address them. The beam of light crawls over some knocked over pots, old roots that slither and coil around various parts of broken flooring. Leaves that have recently been stepped on or avoided altogether scattered across the floor.

When he is certain there is no one else here after doing a cursory look around the place, the vials draw his interest. He moves closer to the shelf, studying what they might contain.