Arya was so caught up in the antics of the men who she had ungracefully stumbled upon, she had entirely forgotten about time and the reality of having to be up and working early tomorrow. It had been so long since she'd had this kind of genuine entertainment and fun that allowed her to let loose all of her worries and thoughts, if only for a short time. It seemed like fate had thrown her at their doorstep, and perhaps she didn't know how true a statement that was. She bubbled with laughter once more as Tetradore assured her it was entirely like the Fae to swoop in late and claim he the rescuer. The two hadn't necessarily rescued her from the initial situation she had capably diffused herself, but they did rescue her in ways they probably didn't realize. "I'd hardly consider myself capable of a lot of things but I certainly have a few tricks up my sleeve," she winked playfully. Matteo was only partially correct in her capabilities, she mostly could take care of herself but if things had turned more violent and her power failed her, then she truly would have become a damsel in distress in need of some serious saving. Their playful nature and banter was contagious and she was quickly being swept up into it, breaking out of her naturally calm and quiet shell.

She took pride in her species, perhaps that being a scottish trait. The Seal knew there were few of her kind, knew that Wereseals were in particular mostly a born species, with few to none having been bitten to her knowledge in the least. The conversation shifted to the land not of her birth but of her heritage. Though she was young when she last visited, she could still feel the call of the rocky shores and the icy waters. It was true as Matteo said, there was truly something magical about Scotland, if it wasn't obvious from the countless castles that littered the the rolling plains, abandoned by time but perhaps not so. The young woman was sure she'd end up back there someday, if she could ever break her connection to work for long enough to actually go. Perhaps what she needed was a good push.

Her mind shifted at the mention of food as the small group drifted to the kitchen where Matteo began cooking for the duo of ever hungry creatures. It was a distinctive Were trait to always be hungry, high metabolisms to cope with there being another being that inhabited their body of sorts. She listened with both fascination and mild horror at her boringness compared to the men's antics while patiently waiting for the pasta that the Fae so diligently tended to. She couldn't help the comment of just how boring she was in comparison to the two, who spoke of drunken nights and almost failed very important speeches. Arya had always been perhaps a goodie two shoes and put her work and school before fun, and she couldn't recall a time she had been coaxed into anything as...crazy as them. Matteo's assurance that the world held much for her still was a little foreshadowing and...uncomfortable. She wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, and how he seemed to know this was beyond her. Her amber eyes staring at the Fae with a skeptical and hesitant glance. She shook her head, that seemed like too much excitement and stress and she liked moderate calm things, reasonable fun. Of course a little alcohol was known to change her demeanor entirely, but she wasn't about to mention that to Tetradore or Matteo incase they wanted to steal her and try and enrich her life.

She hummed as Tetradore answered her inquiry of just what the ship had been turned into, for surely its purpose was no longer cargo ship if the kitchen and bar were any indicators. It was a simple, vague answer, but from what she had learned of the other Were, she expected nothing else. A bar, fight club thing. She wasn't one for violence so she hardly expected to find herself here on normal business hours but it made sense. Were's were known, particularly the males and certain species, to be aggressive. She supposed a fight club could be a healthy way to release any untapped anger or aggression. And of course a bar was a bar. "Huh, Neat," she mused, amber eyes continuing to scan around. It definitely wasn't high end and she could hardly imagine the types of people this place attracted but it was different. When she had gotten her curiosity out of the way she turned her attention back to the disgruntled Fae.

She laughed lightly as the banter between the two men continued, Matteo definitely was a stickler for how food was prepared and Tetradore...more lax and lackadaisical in what he ate. The young woman herself was definitely guilty of not preparing the best dishes for herself, she hardly had the time or energy to go all out and cook a delicious and beautiful meal like Matteo was about to, though she wasn't about to mention that to the Fae incase his horror turned to her own eating habits. She had no doubt that Tetrodore was correct in his statement that they were going to be waiting awhile while the other rummaged through the kitchen and began the journey of creating his own dish. Amber eyes watched intently as the fae worked for a moment before her attention perked back up as the discussion shifted to her job and family. She smiled slightly, it was a bittersweet topic but she didn't exactly stray from it. "I miss them, but I know they're close enough if anything happens I can be there and I knew what I wanted to do in life even if they didn't necessarily agree with it," she said, of course knowing that in order to pursue her dreams and the rare opportunity Sacrosanct offered her she had to leave. She also knew that her parents had wanted her to take on a more serious profession and had often been a source of strain on their relationship, meaning it was best for her to leave. "It's very fitting, in fact it's quite ironic really. I'm a mammalogist over at the aquarium, meaning I take care of the seals and sea lions and other aquatic mammals. I just love the ocean and sea life, and enjoy educating people and taking care of things, it just seemed perfect," she laughed lightly, knowing they would probably think it funny just like everyone else did. But if she had to make the decision again she'd always pick her work, even at the expense of being lonely from time to time.

Arya was glad when Matteo went back to complaining about the food that Tetradore stocked his kitchen with. She watched curiously as the handsome fae seemed content on some cheese he had managed to dig up, setting it in front of Tetradore along with a grater. She snorted in amusement as he insinuated the other Fae would attempt to get her to grate the cheese for him. The brunette was entirely too good natured to be able to resist any puppy eyes or childish pout, so she made an effort to keep her gaze from Tetrodore incase he attempted just as Matteo insinuated he would. Of course he could also be prideful and attempt it, and she was sure if he struggled she would take pity and end up helping. She gently reached out with her mind to touch his emotions and push him towards a feeling of determination, perhaps to prove the fae wrong as he seemed to think the wereking incapable. Of course if he truly was inept, there was nothing she could do that would give him the skill to be actually do it, she could only steal away any embarrassment he might feel.