"That really is a filthy habit." Arya commented casually, her voice airy and lightly accented. It truly was, but she was being more playful than anything. Being serious was dreadfully boring, especially in such a situation. This was definitely not the man who had been watching her. No, he was still watching, nearby, but he was not the man in front of her. "Well, that's disappointing." she commented to herself rather than him, playfully pouting for a brief moment, completely ignoring his question about whether or not she was lost. She wasn't and he knew that, this much was obvious. Good. He wasn't an idiot, or at least he wasn't completely oblivious, anyways. Although, if he were to try to hurt her, it would be much easier if he were to be those things. But she did so enjoy intelligent individuals, regardless of whether or not they were her targets, or she theirs.<br/><br/>The way he looked past her at someone else was not lost on her. She didn't turn around or look, she didn't need to. She gathered that he had spotted whomever had been following her. She tilted her head ever so slightly, curious as to how he would respond to this. Would he take advantage of the situation and try to attack her while there was someone else there to potentially distract her, or perhaps help him take her down? Would he stand by and let the other man try whatever it is he thought he was going to accomplish tonight? Or would he do something completely different?<br/><br/>She didn't have to wait long for her answer, as he soon strode toward her. She didn't flinch, or show any signs of fear or hesitation, despite knowing what he was. The way he spoke, the way he walked, the look in his eyes, none of it suggested that he was going to attack her. She was still ready, on the off chance that he was wrong, but this was not evident in the way she carried herself, the air of casual nonchalance surrounding her still, even though she was, for all intents and purposes, surrounded on both sides by individuals who were certainly not friends.<br/><br/>When he tipped his hat and apologized, claiming that she had someone on her shoe, she smiled lightly, something that managed to resemble both a smirk and an innocent smile all at once. "Yes, it is quite bothersome." she replied casually, allowing him to take her arm with no apparent hesitation. There was a slight hesitation, somewhere in her mind, but it didn't show. From the outside it simply appeared to be a relaxed, natural gesture. Nevermind the fact that a strange man--if you could call him that--just took her arm in a dark alleyway and was leading her away from another strange man who was following her, likely with the intent to either kill or kidnap her, neither of which would have worked out for him.<br/><br/>She gave the other man an innocent, polite smile as they passed, as if she had no idea what he was or that he had been following her. If the man was even remotely intelligent, he wouldn't continue to follow them, not now. His only options now were to call it a night and try again some other time, or better yet, send someone else another time, or he could attack her right here in the middle of the street with plenty of witnesses, which would be a fool's errand. Thankfully he didn't seem to be leaning towards the latter, as he made no move toward her and she thought she saw something resembling disappointment flash in his eyes before she looked away.<br/><br/>Now that she likely didn't have to worry about him, she could turn her attention to the man who still held her arm. Who was he? Why had he chosen to lead her away rather than either taking advantage of the situation or simply letting it play out however it may have otherwise played out? What was his motivation? So many questions. Yet she didn't bother to ask them. "You know, you really should at least tell a lady your name before you go grabbing her arm." she spoke in the same light, almost playful tone. She didn't make any immediate move to get away, despite the slight unease she felt somewhere inside because of what he was, even if she didn't know who he was. She supposed that he had saved her the trouble of dealing with the other man, so she should be at least a little grateful, even if she wouldn't show it. Of course, rather than believe he had pure intentions and trust that he wouldn't try to hurt her, given that he had just saved her the trouble of dealing with someone who had most certain had unfavorable intentions, she remained untrusting. After all, this could have been the plan all along, or he could have simply chosen to take advantage of the situation in a less obvious manner. Perhaps he was simply bored, or otherwise acted without any real ulterior motive, but she wouldn't take the chance in trusting someone she didn't know. She would be wary and keep her guard up, even if it wasn't obvious to anyone on the outside. Rather than leave, however, she decided to linger, if only for a short time, purely out of curiosity. After all, she likely wasn't in any real danger, even if she chose to believe that she was regardless, so what was the harm in trying to satisfy her curiosity?