"Oh trust me, I'm well aware." Darrow replied, doing her best to keep a straight face at the woman's embarassament. While her guards here in Glynn were kept to reign - her own social graces not withstanding - she remembered her cadre in Castyll all too well. The fact that some of them had been retained by the guard there - a fact she knew all too well, given her correspondence with her (technical) superiors there (like they'd ever actively concern themselves with Glynn, ha) - made her blood boil sometimes. Some people shouldn't be guards, simple as that.
"Hopefully you'll find the law a little more...settled, here in Glynn." Not lax, certainly, and according to many not all that easy going either. But, she strove for fair, at the very least - others opinions on the matter sometimes notwithstanding. She watched her guards carefully, let them keep an eye on her as well. Took complaints seriously when they arose. It was no small amount of pride on her part, just how quiet Glynn was (even if, logically, much of it wasn't her and her guards and instead was just. The nature of small towns).