Sonia's brow creases instantly. She knows which one Maine is, she's seen him...and he's a formidable-looking man, to say the least. She knows he's been doing some soldiering for the General; it isn't as though he isn't cut out for it. But other than that he didn't seem so...dangerous. They wouldn't just let someone like that wandewr around the camp.

"The Meta?" she echoes, looking even more perplexed than worried.