Natalia. That she gives her full name gives Sonia pause, a flag to consider. An offering of trust, a little I'll show you mine, you show me yours. A lifetime of war has made Sonia cautious and wary, but if anything has taught her to be paranoid about people, it was Byerly Vorrutyer.

Sonia's lips pull back taut in an expression that isn't quite a smile, and it looks utterly wrong on her, along with the rest of her misery.

"A little late for that," she says tonelessly, still not looking directly at Natasha. "Besides, the Cetagandans don't want to hurt me. Not like that, anyway. It'd devalue their bargaining chip."