Her eyes flickered over the dusty, battered-looking accommodations, her nose scrunching slightly. "Wouldn't dream of it." Though she does take the offered seat, startling slightly when it sags back and the leg rest pops up under her own.

A moment of staring and blinking and she's over it, however, trying to resettle herself in something like a dignified manner. She's more interested in looking than touching, anyway.

This must be where he makes all his little contraptions...oh. She could think of a few people off the top of her head who would love a look around this little shop.