[ Arya mulled over her mentor's words as he made fact of her concerns. their usual work definitely would not qualify in this strange city, unless they took up law enforcement… or bounty hunting. or something more mundane, as he stated. she could probably manage being a hostess or some such, but that's something that can be saved for when they've got their footing, just as instructed.

for now, it was the little things that mattered. ]

I remember the safehouse! I only really helped myself to the food and facilities there, but not so much the clothes. [ something she deeply regrets now: Arya can already feel the heat from the outside seeping into the uncomfortable fabric of her current wear. ] I'll be following you, then!