Martin didn't expect to teleport into such a strange dimension. There were two things that he noticed immediately - of course, the first being everything not being... well, blocks. The second was a group of people chattering to each other about something called a 'heist'. He swore under his breath, gripping his staff tighter. "Well. Of all places... why here."
Ray was just doing what he always did - talk with the AH Crew, and even better - plot out a heist. They didn’t exactly always work out well, but it did well enough and besides - it was all done for entertainment anyways, nothing more.
And it was in the middle of that that he managed to hear a shuffle behind him and above. He turned around, ignoring Gavin (who squawked in indignation), his eyes immediately tracking a dull red glow behind a counter on the second floor. He narrowed his eyes, stepping onto the steps, slinking upwards.
"You’re not hidden at all, y’know," Ray stated irritably - this… this asshole just waltzed in. And worse, listened to their plotting of a heist. He could always play it off as a joke - but, in this country, anything seen as a threat can easily be eradicated by the police. After all, they were becoming more and more irrational - just staring at them can get you arrested for suspicious behavior. "I can see you. Who’s there, and what are you doing in my house?"