Arya let them argue amongst themselves. At the mention of her family she showed no flicker of recognition. She longed to be back with the others. Astrid, Anjborn, Bibette and even annoying little Cicero.
Don't even try to compare this Guild to mine. Your all just petty thieves. Nothing Arya thought to herself as she watched Vex leave.
When the Imperial returned and had an armful of clothing she blinked with confusion. They had accepted her awfully quickly, or was this just so she could be as well hidden as them? Arya longed for her own armor back in her room at the Sanctuary, but that was out of the question. She could kill and move silently with her own garb but she supposed she wasn't here for killing... Well, not yet anyway.
She looked at Vex and held her stare for a moment.
"Once again, my name is Arya. Would you like me to write it down for you?" Arya shot at her.
Delvin coughed and giggled into his pint of mead, as if amused that someone had stood up to Vex.