"I don't know who those people are," she said. She poked her head around the doorframe, just for a second.
The woman, Hawkeye, looked as if she were trying not to be threatening. But looks were no indication of true intent. But she was a woman warrior, and that intrigued her. She wore her weapons openly. While Arya's first instinct was to stay alone, a small, practical voice pointed out that she could not watch this house all on her own. She had to sleep sometime. And having an ally here might not be such a bad thing.
"I like dogs. Mostly," she amended, thinking of the Hound. She'd hated him, but he must be dead by now. Enough time had passed that his wound must have killed him. She'd been leaving him off of her list of names, in any case.
She bit her lip and peeked out again. "Who do you kill?"