Arya nods, satisfied with Scott's answer. She understands complicated, and since the majority of Westeros isn't educated at all, any amount of education is impressive to Arya.

She climbs down the bookcase, using the shelves as rungs for her feet and taking them two at a time when she can. She returns a similar kind of smile.

"You can call me Arya. It's my name, but also it isn't but I think it's the best I've got."

Arya frowns a bites her lip, shocked that she would say something like that right away to a total stranger, someone who can't yet be trusted. "I -- that was strange, I didn't mean -- "

Instead of finishing the sentence, a flustered Arya opts to almost forcefully extend her hand for a shake.