Arya had never been a particularly confident creature by nature. She has always been so small and quiet in this giant world full of people that would eagerly eat her alive. That also wasn't entirely figurative either, there were people that would literally eat her too. It took an incredibly amount of bravery, and many small pep talks, for the brunette woman to even be standing in the Ark again, so incredibly far from her comfort zone. Social interaction was something she wasn't very good at. Not that she was unfriendly, far from it actually, it was just...people were so complicated. Arya was good at working with animals, at teaching children, and god was she good at taking naps. But people? Even with her ability to sense and manipulate emotions, people were not her specialty. Animals were so predictable and easy to read, but standing in front of Mira, Arya had no idea what to expect from the other woman.

The other woman's piercing gaze was decidedly not helping in those moments. They were so predatory and Arya was prey not a predator...well kind of, but the woman might truly only be intimidating to fish. To make matters worse for the Wereseal, the other woman was absolutely stunning. Between Tetradore and her, Arya was beginning to think this whole pack was made out of incredibly attractive people. It was taking all of the young woman's resolve to keep her eyes from being completely glued to the floor as she offered her name at the other woman's request. Her cheeks flushed red as the other Were commented on how Arya's name was pretty. No one had ever called the Arya pretty. Ok well she said her name was pretty, but it's all relative. But if anyone's name was pretty, it was definitely Mira's. "I think you're name is pretty too," she said, eyes cast downward once more and voice quiet, but there was a sweetness to her words and her lips were pulled into a gentle smile rather than taut with a nervous expression. It was a refreshing look to the girl, and showed a glimpse of her true kind colors hidden behind a mask of shyness.

The quiet seemed to hang after Mira's proposition, offering to deliver the cookies to Tetradore in exchange for helping her out by being a taste testing guinea pig. Truthfully, there were a lot worse things the other Were could have suggested. It seemed innocent enough a request. Her insistence that she wouldn't eat her and reasoning behind needed her sounded genuine enough, and there was no malicious emotion stirring in her mind. But Arya still couldn't shake the feeling that this was going to be a disaster in some way, whether that was her leaving the Ark completely wasted or, well, who knows. She was a lightweight when it came to all things alcohol, so she would need to be incredibly cautious and conservative with what she drank if she wanted to actually be able to walk back to her home. "I've heard I am delicious, so you never know," she joked back to the other woman's tease,"i'm also sorry the bartender bailed, I might not be the best help but I can try." Arya was still a little reluctant, but there wasn't much choice and she felt bad for Mira. It was also not in the young woman's nature to just leave when someone needed help.

The brunette woman moved to sit at the bar, placing those cookies on the counter as Mira took that as her cue and quickly moved to the opposite side where all the drinks were located. She felt...awkward sitting there as the Mira's fingers danced along the table in those moments. It was only natural that she should ask her age before serving her anything, especially if she was planning to man the bar tonight with lots of people. "I'm 24, but I can..." she trailed off, reaching into her pocket to grab her wallet and her license that proved her age. "See?" she said, holding the ID out so Mira could look at it and her date of birth. The girl in the picture was distinctly Arya, just teenage Arya with chubbier cheeks that gave her quite a babyface; she still hadn't quite lost those puffy cheeks. She even tried to smile like she was in the picture, as if there was any doubt it wasn't her and she needed to perfectly match it. She couldn't hide her laughter as it bubbled up, how ridiculous she must look right now?

Amber eyes watched as mira took the container of cookies, opening them and vowing to guard them with her life as she tucked them away into a safe place. "You're free to have one if you'd like, I don't think he would notice one missing," she offered. Mira was going out of her way to give them to Tetradore, she could at least have one of the cookies. "I'd offer to eat one to show you they're not like poisoned but I am guilty of eating too much of the cookie dough while making them," she laughed lightly, joking at her own expense of just how much of a glutton she could be. It was truly a miracle Arya was not chubby like her animal counterpart after adopting the creatures love of food and capacity to eat a lot. But her jokes showed she was relaxing even a little bit compared to how she was when she first walked in to the bar. She was still quite awkward and nervous looking sitting on the barstool, but perhaps Mira's more lively and confident nature was beginning to wear off onto her, even just slightly.

The flash of mischief that seemed to visibly show on Mira's features made Arya tense slightly. All the poor woman could do was watch as she flipped through the pages of the book full of a multitude of different drink concoctions and wonder what she had gotten herself into. The drink that had been settled on made the brunette woman's cheeks paint red; she had forgotten there was actually a drink called sex on the beach. But it was also easy to see Mira was teasing, even gently coaxing Arya from her shell. "I practically live on the beach, but that just sounds like sand in unsavory places," she said, her eyes casting towards the ground as she was still a little flustered by the name but...she was joking back. A small grin on her lips as she looked back up to Mira now. "What's in it?" she asked, curious to know just what was about to be served to her while the other woman got out not one, but two glass. Curious, seems like Arya was about to get a drinking buddy.