Absolution or forgiveness Sonia might have guessed, until they'd dragged each other back and forth through this salt mine. Her shoulders hunch too, and she wraps her arms around herself. Byerly does know her that well, too well. He isn't wrong. Dammit, once -- just once in this conversation, she'd like to be right.

"And who am I supposed to socialize with?" It's only half petulant stubbornness, but the question is genuine. "You think I should make nice with my captors?"