[ There're a lot of names Nynaeve's said just now-- the Dawn's Reach Trading Company, Manouk-- and Marty doesn't recognise either of them. (Evidently he hasn't got the best information retention, but he'd also kind of just brushed the old guy muttering about this house aside-- you try to ignore the crazy drunk old folks in Hill Valley, after all.) ]

Wait a minute, [ he almost rubs chin, catches the crap under his fingernails, and then opts not to ] dark things? What, like whatever's got these people callin' us from beyond?

[ Looking at Tub Guy, he seems to have started muttering to himself again. Marty's expression softens in sympathy. ]

...you think he's why that one guy upstairs had those shackles on?