"There's things. In the wall of my room, and it's dark, and- and I don't know how anything works, and I've never been in a place like this," she said in a rush, before she straightened her back, and took a deep breath. "I... just- This is... new. For me." She spoke slowly now, picking her words. It would not do for him to think that she was a gibbering simpleton who was afraid of shadows.

"How have you been? Well, I hope." As if she had met him at some sort of social event. It was ridiculous, Sansa knew, but he was close enough to being a lord, and Alayne would go out of her way to be polite. To meet all of the societal ps and qs, as to help cement her place as belonging, even though she was a bastard.