Sonia's lips purse. "If you had been, would you have just stunned me instead of beating me over the head with it?"

There's an almost petulant edge to her tone that clearly says that it doesn't matter, the end result is the same. She draws her legs up onto the cot and wraps her arms around her knees, resting her chin on them, but when she finally looks at Natasha, her expression is shuttered.

"Why?"