Sonia quickly ducks her head to hide the involuntary smile, however small. The humor feels all wrong, out of place, and yet it is a small comfort. Talking to Byerly like he's still her friend like before, like little has changed...she can't do that. It's impossible now. And she's not sure she knows how to talk to him now. She hasn't figured it out yet.

She draws her knees up onto the cot and wraps her arms around them, resting her forehead with a sigh. She's suddenly exhausted. All that crying, shouting, excruciating emotional tug-of-war has her spent. "I think I'd like to be alone now," she mumbles into her knees.