Arya didn't think much of the name, having no idea it was a profession in a different world. She simply accepted him as the Doctor. He seemed quite a cheery fellow, but also seemed quite mad at the same time. A person couldn't get wished away places, if that were true she would've been with her family a long time ago. The silly man was also talking about a quest like out of a fairy tale Old Nan would tell her.
She grew concerned about the caravan, thinking it was just a absurd ploy to capture slaves. She had enough time of being a slave. She drew her sword, "Care to find out, Doctor?" she asked menacingly and forgetting to disguise her voice.