Sonia frowns, almost a pout, looking stubborn and a little resentful.

"He's my kind of people," Sonia declares. Let's face it, Olivia, her tastes are never going to improve. "He's funny. And he's nice to me. And -- and he doesn't treat me like a princess."

Mostly because she hasn't yet told him, because Sonia is loath to the idea that the outsiders might skirt away from her because of her status before she's barely gotten a chance to know them. But she knows Byerly is clever. He might well have figured it out by now.