Oh, she loves that smile on him. It warms her thoroughly, makes her feel like everything's going to be alright. He must get that from Olivia, somehow. She used to smile at Sonia like that too, when they'd been younger.

"Then I'm not sorry I didn't run. I...I think Tarn would have caught up to me anyway." She looks uncomfortable admitting that, and a look of genuine fear crosses her face, but no -- she's safe away from him now, and Natasha...Natasha had looked out for her.

The experience had changed her irrevocably. It would have been impossible to avoid it, after those long weeks spent with the Cetagandans. She's still Sonia, and the changes are small, subtle, easy to miss if you don't know her well. But there's a small surety she carries with her now that she didn't have before, even as she looks like she might cry from sheer relief, sheer overwhelming emotion.

"I'm so glad, Miles." She does start to cry then, sitting down hard on a rock nearby, sniffling. "I'm so glad. I was so... I'm so glad I'm home."