Arya smiled lightly to his response. She couldn't say it surprised her. After all, he was right, it wasn't common to find someone like her in a place like that. Most women you'd find in places like that were not the sort she generally associated herself with. She might get information from them at times, but that was typically the extent of their interaction. "Fair enough." She responded with a light smile.<br/><br/>She finished her glass just before Hodge appeared to refill them. She gave him a smile and then took a sip of the liquid before replacing it on the table. A silence fell for a moment as Victor appeared to be contemplating something and Arya didn't bother to fill the silence. Silence didn't bother her. She'd grown rather accustomed to it. It was certain better than some other sounds she had be unfortunate enough to hear over the years.<br/><br/>She'd spent most of her childhood bouncing around in group homes, orphanages, foster homes, and sometimes living on the street, until she was old enough to get a job that paid decent enough that she could survive on her own, and eventually reach the age where she would legally inherit everything that had been left to her by her family. She was a lady by title, but she'd been a small child she had family was killed. She'd never truly known the life of a lady. She didn't have a mother to teach her, she hadn't even had an aunt or a grandmother. Those she interacted with on the streets, in orphanages and group homes were hardly good examples. She'd taught herself as she grew older and learned by observing those of status, those she interacted with at work, those she passed in the streets, or talked with at parties.<br/><br/>She could carry herself like a lady, dress like a lady, talk like a lady, and behave like a lady should she choose to, and she did so in many situations. Given, however, that he had caught her in a situation where this was not the case, she didn't bother to change her behavior. She still sat like a lady, she still had an air of grace and elegance, but her clothes were nothing special and she had run into him in an alley while she was planning to confront a vampire who was tailing her, so whatever aspects of her behavior might be ladylike were overshadowed by these things.<br/><br/>She was snapped from her thoughts when he spoke again and she chuckled lightly. "I do seem to spend a great deal of time being tailed by strange men. Occasionally women, too." She replied with her usual nonchalance and a somewhat playful smile. "But given that such things are hardly within my control, and certainly not my own actions, I would not say that it is how I spend my time. It's more like slightly irritating background noise. I do plenty other things. I work for example." She didn't tell him what she did, but then, she had both a real profession and one which was done in secret, on her own time.<br/><br/>There it was. The mention of family. She cringed inside and found herself even more on guard, but this didn't show. "Can't say I've ever been invited to a gentleman's club." She replied, not bothering to add the word "before at the end, given that this place didn't quite seem like a gentleman's club. Then again, she'd never been in one for long, but she knew enough about them. She didn't know what this place was, really. But she would certainly try to figure it out--in the most subtle way possible, of course.<br/><br/>The thoughts crossed her mind in a fraction of a second and then she spoke again. "Besides. I have plenty of adventure." She smiled, light but mysterious, pausing before speaking again. "Dead people don't need reputations." She stated simply, running a finger along the lip if her glass, smiling as though it was nothing, as though it didn't matter, not letting any sadness of hesitation show for even a fraction of a second. She dared not break the facade. No. She wouldn't show weakness or sadness. Nothing beyond the mask of nonchalance.<br/><br/>She wondered briefly what, if anything he might know about her family. Her words hadn't been careless as they might have seemed, nor had she given her name carelessly. She wanted to see his reaction, to see if he knew anything about the Summers family. She needed answers, and this was a calculated risk. There was a chance that if he did know who she was, he might try something, but there was also a chance he wouldn't. It was a chance she had to take to try to find some answers.<br/><br/>"And what do you spend your time doing? Besides lurking in alleyways, smoking, and rescuing ladies?" She asked casually, tilting her head to the side ever so slightly as she spoke.