She can't help but chuckle in response to that quip, and once they're driving again she'd like to say her pulse begins to even out, but in truth it takes the majority of the drive for that to actually happen. And the flushed feeling of warmth beneath her skin has nothing to do with the humidity either. Though neither of these details stop her from observing and enjoying their surroundings however, taking her last glances at the animals while they pass; and making sure to take care of the cameras once they reach the worker's village.

The buildings within are nothing flashy, but she wouldn't expect as much. They look secure though, thanks the the walls surrounding the area; and that she'd guess is the most important part. When they reach Muldoon's bungalow and he opens the car door for her, she glances around as she steps outside. It's rather peaceful and quiet, the only sounds she can discern are those of the birds and insects humming. It must be nice, she thinks, being able to live and work in an environment free of the constant noise of the industrialized world.

The interior of his home is about what she had expected - clean, tidy, organized; and very much lacking in any discernable personal touches. It makes her smile as being so very him. "I have a feeling even if you did reside in a castle, it might look somewhat similarly uninhabited," she teases as she nudges his shoulder playfully with hers. "It's well decorated, and quite cozy," she compliments genuinely, then wanders toward where the few photographs are; curious to see what pictures he has chosen to keep on display.