Molly felt the hackles on the back of her neck raise at that term: 'keepers.' There was nothing good about that word, and every bad connotation she could think of clouded her head for a moment, the strongest one being of the White Court and how they kept people like cattle to...

Focus, Molly.

"A guide?" Her voice was a little high. Breathe. "That sounds useful. Almost downright considerate. Does everyone in here live in tree houses?"

She distracts, deflects while she processed this whole 'kept' thing.