"Not at all." Sonia smiles ruefully, rubbing at the corner of her eye. She drops herself onto the bench in a distinctly un-ladylike fashion and hands the bottle over without objection. "I think there are two guilty parties in the room."

And there seems to be a lot of that going around, even if it's mostly going over her head. She reaches for the bottle back and takes a vigorous drink herself, absently wiping her sleeve over the mouth as she leans against Miles with a sigh. "Still a good night, despite everything."