[She isn't quite sure what to make of that description.]

I'm not sure I saw anyone like that when I was down at the coast. Perhaps they all stayed in establishments closer to the water than any I patronized.

[Is she taking him literally? Well, she's pretending to, at least.]

There are candles, and lamps, upstairs, but...

[Diverted, she moves over to a wall, walking along it carefully, looking closely at anything that might be unusual.]

Do you see any fixtures at all? Somewhere to place candles, torches, hand a lamp. Walls, ceiling, even a stand?

I find it difficult to believe there isn't something, even if the source of light isn't down here anymore.