Not again, she thought. She'd been getting used to the TARDIS and the people. She should have known better. This wasn't Westeros, wherever she was; she'd never heard stories about things that moved like this back home. "Everywhere," she said, honest for the moment. It was true. Her ribs hurt the most, but she thought that there may have been something wrong with her right leg, and her arms hurt from where she guessed she'd tried to catch herself. Arya was furious with herself now. She should have known better than to panic and she damn well should have known better than to get hurt.