"Somewhere else? I was and now I'm not." Though at that 'lady' comment she can't help but instinctively glower. Angrily, she reaches out and shoves him as roughly as she can muster without putting him at risk for injury - not that he couldn't take it. Gendry was larger and more solid than she was. He was wall of muscle from years of working steel.

"Haven't I told you? I'm not a lady." And she really didn't look it. She wasn't wearing skirts. She wasn't wearing her hair up neatly like her sister. She was just Arya Horseface with dirt on her cheek, her clothes, and under her fingernails.