Wash is moving through the camp when he passes by Sonia's tent, and -- he hears what sounds like sobbing. He pauses there, for a moment, hesitant, not sure if she'd rather be left alone or if maybe she would appreciate a little company, whatever's wrong -- she'd seemed perfectly happy at the art fair, something must've happened. After some more hesitance and consideration he eventually carefully, quietly pushes his way into the tent.

"Sonia?" Soft, gentle. If she doesn't want him here, he'll gladly leave and give her some space, but if she'd like the company, then he's here.