As she gets to her feet, Tarn grabs Sonia by her jacket, hauling her forward.

“Hush." He demands in a tone that would have her knees buckling in pain if he still had his gift. Talking someone to death is a rather pretentious sounding gift, but a useful one. The sharp hiss of his voice would cut through Sonia viciously, but today she’s lucky. Relatively speaking.

Tightening his grip he turns to Miles who is still struggling to his feet.

“I’m sure you would, but those aren’t the orders.” He casts him a polite smile. "So sorry,Miles.”

Tarn turns the stunner on Sonia— a clear threat for him to back off. “You should go."