Sonia doesn't even have time to cry out to Miles this time as Tarn fires off another stunner blast, and then he has her on the ground, wind knocked out of her, hands around her throat. Any plucky, adrenaline-fueled courage is drained from her face entirely now, leaving only the fear and panic. She hears Miles's body hit the ground, has to remind herself that stunners aren't lethal, that blast couldn't possibly have killed Miles. He's alive, and Tarn doesn't care about him anymore.

Sonia's hands have already gone to Tarn's wrists in involuntary protest, but she couldn't pry those hands from around her throat if she tried. Hell, she's still trying to get her breath back beyond unsteady wheezing. Dark eyes wide, tears pricking at the corners, Sonia nods just fractionally, even as her mind screams no, no, no...