[ Javert barely has to look up: this time, the bystander is a slight child. She’s not laughing. If anything, her expression is solemn, and distinctly un-childlike. She speaks matter-of-factly, as if she and this grown man are equals: ]
No. You’re not funny.
[ Arya sticks out a skinny arm and offers the stranger a hand to help him up, if he needs it. There’s a small, skinny sword at her hip, and she keeps her other hand closed around its hilt. The man looks like he needs help, but Arya definitely doesn’t trust him. ]
Get up. Those things are stupid, and I’m going to catch one. You likely want to as well.
pesky kids
No. You’re not funny.
[ Arya sticks out a skinny arm and offers the stranger a hand to help him up, if he needs it. There’s a small, skinny sword at her hip, and she keeps her other hand closed around its hilt. The man looks like he needs help, but Arya definitely doesn’t trust him. ]
Get up. Those things are stupid, and I’m going to catch one. You likely want to as well.