It may be warm out, but she's not near sweated through - it's just a stubbornness, really - and she notes the blacksmith's condition with a critical look that is devoid of self-consciousness, but not particularly emotional. (She can deal with the scenery just fine, yeah.)

"Master Stoneshell." That's what they called the last one, anyway, and her expression remains passive as she grips his hand, firm. "You shoe your own products, then?"

A number of things to note, at that; she doesn't seem surprised in the least that he recognizes her on sight, and she doesn't actually answer his question. Reconnaissance mission? Professional curiosity, more like, though in that case one would think she'd just say hello.