She wrinkles her nose. "Noticed that, myself. You can call it eye-searin'. It's near it enough to the truth. Keeper's color blind near as I can tell just glancin' in there." She favors an earthy palette or muted cool tones.

"Hope that won't cause you no trouble tomorrow," she continues, looking at the searchlight with some concern. "You don't got to stay too long if it does."