Arya caught it one-handed and pressed her face nearly to the glass for a little longer before she likewise tucked it away and followed along.

"Is everything sold from boxes? No people with carts on the street?"

Not at this time of night, obviously, but she hoped they existed. She had fond memories of being one of those, and she felt a city without someone trawling about shouting Oysters, clams and cockles! would be a little poorer for it.