Sonia's not sure if the other shoe has dropped yet, if Byerly knows she's Princess Sonia yet, but that milady doesn't seem any different than the last time they spoke. Besides, she's been looking for him anyway, her wool skirts hiked up over her boots to tromp through the thick snow, a folder tucked under one arm. She comes to a halt nearby, glancing at his work and then back up at him with a raised eyebrow and an amused look.

"And what's tired you out so much?"