"I suppose you might take this as a wake-up call, then," Sonia suggests lightly, one eyebrow arched. She hasn't seen the guards treat this man poorly at all, and though no one here is fond of mutants, she doesn't think her sister would stand for it, even if Count Piotr would. Beyond the sparse perimeter of guards, several meters away, a tall, thickset man in black and silver Vorbarra livery watches Sonia with a terse anxiety that seems to border on mother hennish.

"Well, I'm Sonia," she announces by way of transition, and inclines her head politely toward Miles. "What should I call you, aside from now sober? Hopefully, anyway."