Sonia blinks again, looking thoroughly disoriented, because she is -- it was one thing for Byerly to paint her a fanciful picture of a Vorbarr Sultana that may or may not exist, if only to assuage her loneliness. But for Miles to claim something so outlandish, and so seriously...well, he had said it was pretty crazy. Still, Sonia gapes at him, eyebrows raising and knitting and God, what kind of reaction is supposed to have to that? But she looks at him, really looks at him, and she can almost see it, in the lines of his face, the fire in his eyes. Her jaw works a moment, trying to conjure up the right words out of her muddled mind.

"How?" is all she manages to get out.