"I will not," Arya said, but quietly, matching O-Ren's volume, and she stopped staring, keeping her eyes on where she was stepping and the girl in front of her.

And her ears open for any sound from the apartment they'd just vacated, although that was hard; this place was loud. Compared to the island, certainly, but she thought maybe louder than Braavos, too, although it was hard to be sure. That had been so long ago.