Sonia doesn't have to see him, she hears him, and another cold wave of relief hits her so hard she feels like she might be sick. But instead she just moves toward his voice, none too courteously pushing people out of her way -- they're all soldiers, they'll be fine, and at any rate they'd better make way if the Princess wants to go somewhere.

"Miles!" Her voice is breathless, fraught with relief, and as soon as she gets to him she throws both her arms around him in a tight hug, bodily lifting him off the ground at least a few inches in her excitement. There's no mark left from where Tarn had hit her, thankfully; at least the Cetagandans had tended to her properly. "Oh, Miles, thank God! I'm alright, Wash and Lucy got me out -- are you alright?" She pulls bac, finally, studying his face with bright concern in an expression that looks astonishingly aunt-like on her despite her youth. Clearly she'll grow into the role just fine.