[Arya finishes her practice with something of an angry flourish, swiping the arm right off of her straw dummy with a quick slash of Needle. It probably couldn't cut through a real arm, but it's satisfying all the same to strike it off. She glares at her brutalized dummy for a moment, catching her breath, and turns to leave.
She doesn't look surprised at all to see Spock. Nymeria is her guard wolf, after all; when she knows someone is there, Arya knows it too. She looks up at him, eyes flashing, almost a silent dare to ask what she was doing.]
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She doesn't look surprised at all to see Spock. Nymeria is her guard wolf, after all; when she knows someone is there, Arya knows it too. She looks up at him, eyes flashing, almost a silent dare to ask what she was doing.]
Yes?