It's fine; Integra has sturdy hands, and she's used to much stronger opponents than thick wool and lining. Once that's attached, she leads him out of her office, and begins the trek through the medieval structure. It's clearly been retrofitted to be compatible with (relatively) modern amenities, and while some parts are more put together than others, much of the has only been reconstructed to functional levels.

"Hermetic, as is my family's specialty," she confirms, "Along with Fae magic courtesy of the Princess, and some other ingenious contributions from a handful of particularly gifted employees."

She points out the door to the basement, and a narrow, spiral stone stairwell that leads from the second floor to the inner courtyard. (There's a less nerve-wracking exit on the other end of the building.) "We don't have a tech staff, as specialists of that nature here are rare, and with the raw material situation making it very difficult to remain well-stocked on firearms and ammunition, it's a necessity to be creative with our armaments." Thus, magic.