The mention of a crawlspace draws a sphincter-tightening, butt-clenching, half-inhale-and-tensing-up reaction from Doc. There may well be a crawlspace under this or all the houses. He is not going down there.

"No, I'm afraid not." He had been with Jill Valentine, who is no longer with them and still not with them. She didn't come back like the others. Her name still makes him pause.

"Did you... want to look under this house?" His voice gradually crawls higher and more uncertain in pitch as he finishes that question. Clearly he is hoping for one response although it is not immediately obvious whether he is after a yes or no.