Larea rose her eyebrow at the mention of not damaging anything, feeling fairly certain that the broken lock was his handiwork. Nevertheless, she took him up on his offer and stepped inside, soon after coughing a few times as the room's ample supply of dust greeted her. She let go of her arm, and instead used that hand to try and fan it away. She looked around, squinting her eyes to try and see into the darker corners of the room, though it was to no avail. Eventually she gave up and walked over to one of the scroll-containing shelves, and ran her hand along it, gently grabbing one at random and walking to the cleanest spot she could find to sit down and read.