Sonia almost looks disappointed. She's glad to have another Barrayaran to talk to -- someone so much like herself, although he's at least several years her senior -- somehow the knowledge that he arrived her along with all the outsiders puts a bit of a damper on it.

But then he mentions the secret again, and oh, Sonia is invested in this game. She'll work for that secret.

"How I engage myself?" She lets the question hang in the air for an extra moment, smiling broadly. "Oh, you know. Staring at the moons in soulful contemplation. Braiding my hair. Long walks on the mountainside..."

She lets out a pfff and tosses her hair over her shoulder, still grinning. "Spending time with my sister, whenever I can. She always does make time for me." It's important, maybe one of the most important things to her in this war. She contemplates telling Byerly about the sport she's made of ditching her armsman, but hm, no. Not the time to let that slip. She pauses for a moment, thoughtfully, and then she turns slightly diffident, lacing her fingers together.

"I have an old camera," she confesses, "rather an antique, at least by galactic standards. But it still works. I take pictures, and...collect them, mostly. Some things ought to be remembered."