Arya was not a confident confident creature by nature. While extraordinarily friendly, the woman was also equally prone to bouts of shyness and anxiousness. She was never particularly eager to push, or be pushed, outside of her comfort zone. Her affinity towards emotions also did not help her when experiencing her own, such as with embarrassment. Truly Arya was a creature of habit who lived in a nice, little bubble she had made for herself, where everything was calm and quiet and definitely did not induce any amount of unsavory feelings. And yet the woman had been forced to leave that sheltered bubble in order to do something so simple for anyone else: deliver a thank you. Her mind raced, and each step was truly a challenge as she made her way to her car, then down the docks, then up into the ship, and finally into the bar. Several times she had tried to convince herself to turn around, that perhaps she could find a way to simply mail the cookies to Tetradore...somehow. And yet Arya persisted forward, until she stood timidly, and awkwardly, clutching the cookies in front of one of the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. And just like that, any fake confidence she had managed to garner slipped away.

The brunette stood there for a few moments, searching through her panicked thoughts for proper words as she stared at the other Were. She was surely a member of Tetradores pack, perhaps she could give the cookies to her and get out of there quickly? But what if she got suspicious and thought there were some kind of...poison cookies or something? What if she chased her out for intruding on pack grounds? Oh this was definitely a bad idea. She swallowed slightly as her amber gaze found solace in suddenly looking at the cookies in her hand more than staring into the piercing gaze of the other woman. Arya somehow managed to spit out an explanation for her being there and for the cookies in her hand. The simple phrase of 'is that so' that the other woman offered her in response did nothing to help ease the young WereSeal's nerves. For a moment Arya lifted her gaze back up, but the very distinctly predatory gaze she met made her eyes shoot back down. Arya made sure to read the other woman's emotions, keep checking incase suddenly she found anger or some other bad emotion that could spell trouble.

The petite woman's body relaxed ever so slightly as the other seemed to confirm her story being assisted by Tetradore as being probable. She hadn't realized how stiffly she had been standing there until her shoulder muscles were allowed to relax and not be so stiff. "My name is Arya," she said, her words a soft response to the other woman's inquiry of her name. She waited on baited breath until the woman agreed to give the cookies to Tetradore....and then there was an added condition. Oh god of course there was a but, it couldn't be just drop the cookies off and go home to take a nap. Any relief she had was gone as she listened as the other woman went on to explain just what she wanted Arya to do for her. There was instant anxiousness that washed over her as she heard that she intended to use her as a guinea pig. That smile that was offered with a question of whether or not there was a deal to be struck also did not help. Instinct told her this was a horrible idea. It was just alcohol, but alcohol could always end badly. And this woman seemed the type of influence who would get her into trouble. But what choice did she really have? She was already here and if she wanted to get the cookies to Tetradore this seemed like her best bet, mostly because there was no other option available. Fuck it.

"I guess I can do that," she finally admitted, knowing there was no escape where she managed to still get the cookies to Tetradore. What was the harm in one drink? Slowly she made her way to the bar, sitting down and placing the cookies in front of her. "I guess I should warn you i'm not very well versed in different types of drinks that bars serve, just give me whatever you want to work on," her words were a quiet mistake, kind and yet leaving herself so open to be taken advantage. Poor poor Arya was completely unprepared for what she was about to get herself into, the brunette woman not an avid drinker and a light weight at that. This evening could only go poorly, but perhaps...in a good way? How long had it been since Arya had a drink and relaxed a little? Far too long. And perhaps this other woman might be able to coax out a much more confident, adventurous, and fun side of the WereSeal.