The wolf's name hardly interests her as much as the girl's, and it's enough to get her to stop looking in fear at the wolf for a moment to inspect Arya's features as well as one can in the dark while drunk. It's the last thing she expects to hear, especially what little she's learned and seen of Catelyn. A noble born woman, being related to a crude, boyish girl like this? Well, maybe it's a distant family member. One never knows, and this girl doesn't seem to overly resemble Catelyn...

"Of... You mean, as a relation to Lady Catelyn Stark?"