She leaned forward to the extent the belt allowed, near pressing her forehead to the vent, leading to...well, AC playing through a lot of dark hair? Yup. Better to a degree yes, at least the scents were limited...if odd. "Metal...and summat else? But at least fewer," she agreed softly.

"A keep is....a high lord's abode and the village about such? Walled, usually, for safety as villages are not?"