Sonia presses her lips together. She won't get sucked into the stupid debate about who's really at fault when they're just following orders, she's too tired for that, because orders or no, she'd seen two Vorkosigan armsmen shot dead in front of her, and nearly Gavalas, too. She does hate the ghem-General and his officers, all of them, but it's too raw not to hate the hand that pulled the trigger still.

Sonia looks away, too, rocking a step back. "At least those guards are here to protect me as well as hold me here," she points out stubbornly, because Tarn's terrifying red eyes still burn bright in her mind. "I'm...sure some of the other outsiders are fine. The ones who escaped over to our side I liked well enough. But I don't know how easy it will be to avoid -- " She falters, realizing she didn't get that outsider's name, or at least remember it. "I don't know her name. That woman with all those scars on her face. Red eyes."