Sonia's lips go taut. Her hands tighten in her lap. Yes, she wants a guarantee of Miles's and everyone else's safety. But what guarantee can she even trust from Tarn? She would be helpless to enforce it either way, and somehow she doesn't think Tarn believes much in honor. Sonia lifts her chin.

"I'm a prisoner in an enemy camp. I have nothing. What could you possibly want from me?"