"No, but standing under someone and pretending they won't notice is. You might as well have started whistling."
Her words come out terse. She's no less -- confused than she was the last time they spoke. Angry, hurt, upset, and that odd sense of feeling utterly lost. And frankly, she hadn't wanted to say anything to him at first. But Sonia has never been good at keeping quiet for long.
She shifts where she's sitting, climbing a little higher and bracing her feet so that she's angled more or less horizontally along a branch, treading close to upside-down territory. Talking to Byerly or no, she's just going to keep taking pictures. He was right, is the thing. She really did need something like this to keep her sane, to give her something to do. Something productive. Something she can actually enjoy.
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Her words come out terse. She's no less -- confused than she was the last time they spoke. Angry, hurt, upset, and that odd sense of feeling utterly lost. And frankly, she hadn't wanted to say anything to him at first. But Sonia has never been good at keeping quiet for long.
She shifts where she's sitting, climbing a little higher and bracing her feet so that she's angled more or less horizontally along a branch, treading close to upside-down territory. Talking to Byerly or no, she's just going to keep taking pictures. He was right, is the thing. She really did need something like this to keep her sane, to give her something to do. Something productive. Something she can actually enjoy.