Arya does not look down. She's struggling not be sullen at a queen, but it's hard when the woman was insulting her and is also clearly into her cups.

"She calls me her niece, Your Grace. I call her 'Aunt' when we're alone. We go riding. She gave me this."

Arya pulls a dagger from her belt. It might not be one Anne is acquainted with personally, but the style should be familiar.