Sonia bites down on another noise of frustration. He wanders over here, hangs around awkwardly, constantly puts the burden of conversation, of any interaction at all, on her. She knows he does it on purpose. She just wishes she could beat him on it.

She doesn't say anything right away, just looking back at him upside-down, brows drawn down, lips pursed. For a second it looks like she's going to disappear back up into the tree without a word, but then she brings the camera down to point at a cluster of blossoms several inches over Byerly's head. She's had plenty of time practicing climbing trees in the last ten years, she doesn't need both hands.

The shutter goes off with a click. Sonia doesn't pull the camera away from her face. "How did you convince them to give me a camera?"