[It sparks a warning in her: when last she was home, she lured a guard to her room to kill him. But he was stupid, and blinded by things he wanted, and Arya is not. Arya looks with her eyes, and in Lydia's face, she doesn't see sweet promises with darker ones beneath.
The girl smiles without wariness, not the bright one she wore as Mercy, and only a little more sinister than her own smile.]
All right. I want to look at your clothes.
[It's something she would never say, on the real Barge: she thinks it might be right, here.]
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The girl smiles without wariness, not the bright one she wore as Mercy, and only a little more sinister than her own smile.]
All right. I want to look at your clothes.
[It's something she would never say, on the real Barge: she thinks it might be right, here.]