Arya had learned long before she started participating in the Arenas to keep an eye on her surroundings, and in any other situation she wouldn't make such a rookie mistake as stepping on a twig, hearing the sharp crack like the crunch of bone echo through the forest. This was Tom's domain, and so long as she stayed within it she could pretty much just wait out the rest of the Arena, as dull as that would be.

As he calls out, she emerges through the trees, tired and pale, cuts bandaged over and still rather red and raw in places from the fire at the Cornucopia, but otherwise remarkably unscathed for this late on in the Arena.

"I'm not a whatever," she says a little argumentatively, though she knows that he must have seen Tom nearby, or sense his presence.