Arya dragged the brush through her hair a couple of times, realized that probably wasn't going to cut it, and added in a few more before she tied her hair back.

Then she stared at the lip gloss as if it were unfamiliar and poisonous to boot, but she knew the theory, at least. She put it on.

"I have an M9 at home," Arya said, halting briefly on the concept of home before plunging on, "and I've shot a P90 submachine gun before. I know enough."