Sonia bites her lips together, her stomach clenching. This is the sort of thing her sister would handle with grace, she's sure, but Sonia? Sonia doesn't know how to negotiate, let alone from behind bars, at least figuratively speaking. She stares at Tarn, heart rising in her throat.

"I need time to think about it," she says, trying to sound curt. She doesn't think Tarn knows exactly what he's asking of her, as a Barrayaran.