There wasn’t an argument, wasn’t a word; Tucker followed her lead. This wasn’t the place for their voices to get loud, for accusations and possible pleas to follow, not when these poor people had been through enough tragedy and didn’t need them getting in the way. Hands curled into fists inside his coat, and he kept his head down as he walked.

And when they were far enough out of earshot, the dam broke.

“What the fuck did they do?!” Not your people because he was trying, he was trying so fucking hard, but the urge to scream it was there.. “Do you know anything about Sonia? Is she okay?”

The idea that she probably had no clue who Sonia was other than a vague entity passed about in rumors didn’t cross his mind. Sonia had an effect on people, could pull them in, make them care. Why would it be different there, other than if they kept her locked up. If they hurt her. If they broke her.

Fuck. The worry wasn’t shielded, hidden; it was a bullhorn screaming behind his expression.