If Poe and Magica were upset that the renovators weren't scared of them, well, this one shivered. "So it's not a cellar, it's a crypt?"

"Apparently so," Scrooge murmured. He pocketed handed the woman back her phone as he focused on the twins. "Would one of you mind accompanying us to take a look at the foundation? I doubt either of us are familiar with how you lay your ancestors to rest, and I don't want to risk disturbing them."

And not simply because as a medium a pissed-off spirit would make his life a living hell.