[sansa smiles tightly, biting back the urge to explain away mariana's anger; there surely isn't time, and anyway it sounds stupid.]

Well, I'm very glad you didn't. The boardwalk is very nice, though. There are fine things to eat, and one of the Wakers will have a bag of things that belong to you.

[she offers her hand, trying to parse lady's senses for a change in wind or drop in air pressure that might precede something dangerous.]