Arya's looking a little more frustrated now, and she shakes her head after she listens to everything Stiles has told her. Come on, Arya. She tries to take her lessons with Syrio and apply them to this, too. They've got to be worth something. Quiet as a shadow. Calm as still water. Fear cuts deeper than swords.

She takes Stiles' words literally this time, and stands up. She takes a deep breath, in and out, and scans the room, turning herself in a full circle, looking for anything that might be out of the ordinary.

"Why bother having a digital clock like that if it's not hooked into the wall?"