She does care, actually. It's an interesting thought - like washing in a waterfall, but warm. And enclosed? She's never heard of such a thing, nor would have thought it necessary, but it's an oddly charming thought.

"Éowyn, Éomund's daughter." She dips into something that's half-curtsey, half-bow, and much more graceful than his sarcastic-looking salute. It feels awkward, mind you, because she isn't wearing her usual long skirts. Hell, she isn't even wearing trousers. "If not pleasure, what brings you so far from the village, Dave?" Her pronunciation of his name is very careful, and just a little accented, sounding more like daef, but she's trying.