He gave her even less information than she had given him. Not that this was entirely surprising. If anything, it was likely surprising that she had given what little information she had given. But it was a calculated move, and one that was apparently paying off. Although, he was quite certain that she was lying about her identity. She supposed that, in and of itself, wasn't entirely surprising, either. And whether or not it was meant to, all of this gave her useful information.<br/><br/>She smiled lightly, calmly as he spoke. "Yes, well, I'm nothing if not honest." she replied honestly, picking up her glass and sipping her drink. "Of course, I'm hardly the most open person, so I suppose that I can see why you might think that. However, there is a big difference between being guarded and being dishonest. I will keep my secrets to myself, but if I do let you in on something, you can always be certain that it is the truth. Although, I suppose you have no real reason to believe me." she shrugged casually, as though it were no big deal.<br/><br/>"Yes, they do indeed." she agreed with a nod. She watched as the smile disappeared from his face, but her expression remained the same, calm, relaxed, nonchalant. She smiled lightly to his serious words. "To be quite frank, darling, what you believe or don't believe is irrelevant." she replied, her eyes staring into his for a moment before she sipped her drink once more. "But it does serve to tell me two things. First, you don't know half as much about what happened as I might have hoped. And second, you weren't involved. Otherwise you would have known that there was, in fact, a survivor. A small girl, no more than eight at the time, hidden away. The last gift her mother would give her. Or curse, perhaps, considering that she would spend the foreseeable future hunted as if she were some prized buck." Her expression remained the same as it had as she swirled the liquid in her glass, her eyes staring down at the liquid as though it held all the answers to all the questions that had filled her mind for years.<br/><br/>She glanced back up to him after a moment and smiled lightly, but the smile faltered, and for a brief second the nonchalance disappeared from her face and was replaced but a hint of sadness, and a glint in her eyes that told that she'd given up on hope a long time ago. The momentary break in her facade was quickly replaced by her usual air of nonchalance. "At any rate, who I am doesn't matter. It doesn't appear that you have the answers I'm looking for, although I could be mistaken. If you can't help me, then it doesn't matter if you know who I am, or believe me when I tell you that I am, in fact, Arya Summers." she continued on before falling silent for a brief moment.<br/><br/>She could tell he was thinking, perhaps torn between not wanting to believe her yet still being somehow curious, but she couldn't say for sure. Whatever it was, she supposed it didn't matter. Unless he, for some crazy, unknown reason--curiosity, maybe--decided to help her find her answers, then it didn't matter what he thought. But of course, if he didn't even believe her, he definitely wasn't going to help her. But she hadn't expected that he would, so it was neither here nor there, really. Though, admittedly, it would be nice to have some answers, even if it meant accepting help from someone like him.<br/><br/>"I suppose I can't fault you for not believing me. Many believe that every member of the Summers family is gone, and you have no real proof that I am who I say I am, nor can I really provide you any. Not at this juncture, at any rate. No offense, but I can't very well trust a stranger with all of my deepest, darkest secrets, now can I?" she added with a light smile. "Would you humor me, for a moment?" she asked, tilting her head and giving him an innocent and charming smile. She waited a moment for him to agree before she spoke again. "Just imagine for a moment that it was your family, not mine, that was slaughtered, taken from you when you were but a small child. To what lengths do you think you'd be willing to go to find some answers? To find out why they were killed? And why you continue to be hunted in secret?" she asked, her eyes staring into his, allowing them to briefly convey her feelings and her need for closure, before she looked down at her drink, staring into it rather than at him, pulling her walls back up and erasing the emotion in her eyes.