Naturally, the man hadn't actually introduced himself, despite admitting that he should. It wasn't surprising, really. After all, she hadn't given her name, either, nor did she have any intention of doing so just yet. She smiled lightly to his next words about how she should stay in the brightly lit streets. It was good enough advice, especially for most women. Of course, she could handle herself much better than most women. After all, she wasn't your average woman, or your average human, for that matter.. A normal human man posed little to no threat to her, and many of the monsters that were often found lurking in such dimly lit alleys didn't pose too much of a challenge nowadays. But she supposed that she looked harmless enough, like a fragile little flower compared to the man who held her arm. But that was part of the beauty of it. No one expected her to be capable of anything close to what she was capable of, and that was just the way she liked it.<br/><br/>"Yes, I suppose dimly lit alleys are hardly any place for a lady." she replied with the same calm, casual tone, not giving away the other thoughts that very briefly passed through her mind. Instead she simply let him lead her where ever it was that he was leading her, although he kept an eye on their surroundings to ensure they didn't go anywhere too terribly suspicious. She had no intention of leading him toward her previous destination, as that would lead him to her home and she didn't know him well enough for anything like that just yet.<br/><br/>They walked into the club and was immediately greeted by the smell of cigar smoke and hearty laughter. She was very much aware of the fact that she was the only woman around. The club was filled with a chorus of laughter and chatter but not a single female voice could be heard, and from her very brief, but rather thorough glance around, there were no women to be seen, either.<br/><br/>Arya gave the rather enthusiastic bearded man behind the desk a charming smile when he spoke to her. She didn't miss the way he referred to the other man who her arm currently remained attached to. A surname. Whether or not it was his true surname, she didn't know. "I'll have a scotch, neat. Thank you." she replied with a sweet voice and the same charming smile.<br/><br/>She followed along with the man as they were led to a table, which was soon separated after the man pulled a younger man, along with a divider would of thin air, almost as if it were by magic. She gladly took her arm back when he released it, glancing his way with her resumed air of casual nonchalance, not missing the hint of an order in his tone when he spoke to her. A small smile, almost a smirk, tugged gently at the corner of her lips, but disappeared just as quickly. She took a seat, not because he had practically ordered her to, but because she was rather tired after a rather long day, and was quite happy to oblige.<br/><br/>She gathered that he likely underestimated her, in one way or another. But that was fine by her. Everyone did, because she wanted them to. No one really knew much about her, who she was, what she did, what she was capable of. She was an enigma to most, and she was happy keeping it that way. No one needed to know the horrors of her past, and they wouldn't. They wouldn't guess it based on the way she carried herself, and she wasn't interested in telling them. They wouldn't guess what she was capable of, why would they? They wouldn't even guess where she was from or what kind of life she led.<br/><br/>Based on her appearance most wouldn't believe her to be of any real status or wealth, and she was fine with that. She had more important things on her mind than keeping up with the latest fashion. Her clothes suited her purposes well enough. They were less restrictive than those which were more common now, which allowed her more freedom of movement. Not to mention that the most fashionable attire now was acutely uncomfortable. She did own some newer clothes, she simply chose not to wear them unless it was strictly necessary. She was actually quite wealthy. Both of her parents had come from wealth and since everyone in her family, from her parents to grandparents, distant cousins and everyone in between had been slaughtered, she'd inherited all of it. Not to mention that she managed to make enough on her own to cover everything she needed and then some. But that was neither here nor there. It was meaningless to her. Wealth, status, fashion, none of it mattered much to her. All that mattered to her was surviving and finding answers.<br/><br/>She gave Mr. Hodge another charming smile when he placed the glass in front of her. "Thank you." she thanked him, her voice soft and sweet, before turning her attention back to the other man and cocking her her to the side ever so slightly, observing him for a moment before speaking. "So, what ever are we going to do?" she asked with a light and airy nonchalance. She observed him for a moment longer before sipping her drink and leaning back against the chair casually, her eyes never leaving him. She felt a slight disappointment as she sipped the drink, knowing it would do little to nothing for her, but she sipped it nonetheless. He didn't know it wouldn't effect her, which was something she could use to her advantage, should the need arise.