Arya listened closely to Mary's response, and then to the back and forth that went on. She never really got a chance to get a word in edgewise, but that didn't bother her. Of course it wasn't a conspiracy theory. But if she were a university student as she claimed, rather than the sole survivor, it may be hard to distinguish a conspiracy theory from the truth. There was often just enough truth and enough facts to make a conspiracy theory seem like the truth rather than a simple theory, however, those facts were typically taken out of contest and twisted to suit the conclusion that the one behind the theory wished to draw. At any rate, it hardly mattered, as she never even got a chance to respond to the words.<br/><br/>She smiled politely at the newcomer who entered the room, his father, she assumed. Victor brought his father up to speed, tossing her an apologetic glance. She gave him a smile to assure him it was fine. She didn't take it as him not seeing her as capable. And even if she had, she was used to people underestimating her, so it would hardly matter, really. At least his father had seemed more interested in the idea than his mother had. Not that he seemed to know any more than his wife, but at least he hadn't dismissed the idea.<br/><br/>Arya smiled when his father spoke to her, asking if she read and going on about their library before being sidetracked by the idea of a feast. She did her best not to chuckle to herself, but a smile lingered on her lips nonetheless. He was quite a character. At least he seemed pleasant enough, and certainly more enthusiastic than either his wife or his son. She found it rather quite amusing, perhaps even a bit endearing.<br/><br/>Her gaze shifted to his mother when she asked her to stay the night. Interesting. Of course, most people, if they knew what these people were, would turn tail and run,screaming, as far away as possible rather than stay in a house full of vampires. Truth be told, perhaps she should do the same, minus the screaming, anyways. After everything she had gone through at the hands of vampires, she shouldn't even entertain the idea. And yet she was.<br/><br/>She doubted they would hurt her, and given that she knew what they were and they knew pretty much nothing about her, that gave her an advantage even if they tried. And anyways, she could handle herself one way or the other. Still, was it a good idea? Perhaps not, but she was intrigued, if nothing else.<br/><br/>She smiled politely in response to the question, giving a small nod. "Yes, I suppose being alone on the streets at night is far from advisable for a young woman such as myself." she replied, regardless of the fact that she could handle herself well enough, her alter-ego, if you will, was nothing more than a young university student, hardly a fighter.<br/><br/>"I'm sure my parents wouldn't mind if I stayed the night. After all, it is preferable to the potential alternative." She replied with a gentle, polite voice. It was a lie, one that came with such effortless ease. She hardly even thought about it, just like before. It came almost as naturally as the truth. Perhaps that should be a bit disconcerting.<br/><br/>"I wouldn't want to be a bother. But I suppose that I can stay for just one night. If you insist." she replied with a sweet smile. She glanced Victor's way, wondering what he thought of the idea. Did he want her to stay? Or did he want her to go? Perhaps he was indifferent about what she chose to do? As good as she was at reading people, he was not always the easiest to read. She supposed he had to be careful about what he allowed his face to reveal in the present situation, lest he give away more than was strictly necessary for his parents to know.