Arya squirmed, trying to escape when the man picked her up but the pain made her black out again. One breath she was trying to wiggle out of his arms, the next she was lying... where? A leather seat, though more finely treated than any she'd ever seen before. She could feel motion, but she wasn't moving, like she was sitting in a cart but without the slow lurching and bouncing she was familiar with. Her stomach lurched, and the clenching made her bite back more curses. "Ar-ry," she said, nearly telling the truth before both the pain and the memory caught up with her. "From Coldwater Burn. Where am I? What's happened? Where's the TARDIS?"