Sonia is surprised that she's somehow stunned him into silence, and she watches him in bemusement. It had been a discussion, a debate -- a sincere one on a very sincere topic, but had she just told him something about himself he truly didn't know? That, too, is a new perspective, and it shifts things slightly to the side, a prism catching another shade of color in slow motion. Sonia's thoughts run more like honey than water now, a pleasant slurring of the mind, but Byerly's silence isn't difficult to read.
"There are few people in this camp I trust more than you," she says simply, and it isn't a flattery for once. She sure as hell trusts him more than some of Piotr's men -- Vorvolk, for instance -- certainly more than her uncle... Her eyebrows knit at that question and it takes her a moment he doesn't mean here. Here, he works for Piotr -- that much is clear. She taps a finger to her lower lip in open contemplation.
"Where you come from, you mean? Hm. Well, you haven't told me much about it, aside from how all the parties are much better." She smiles lopsidedly, looking contemplative. If she were sober, and not quickly getting drunker, the answer would have come in an instant. She might be naive, but she's clever enough to assemble the pieces when they're in front of her. The fact that he's just told her that he does, in fact, work for someone at all, that's a clue. Now, though, there are several moments of contemplative silence with the occasional thoughtful hum.
"Mmm. You wouldn't ask that question if you thought I couldn't know the answer, would you? Which means that whoever you work for, it's someone or...something I could know." She tilts her head to the side and gives him a curious look. "Does ImpSec handle civilians too, then?"
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"There are few people in this camp I trust more than you," she says simply, and it isn't a flattery for once. She sure as hell trusts him more than some of Piotr's men -- Vorvolk, for instance -- certainly more than her uncle... Her eyebrows knit at that question and it takes her a moment he doesn't mean here. Here, he works for Piotr -- that much is clear. She taps a finger to her lower lip in open contemplation.
"Where you come from, you mean? Hm. Well, you haven't told me much about it, aside from how all the parties are much better." She smiles lopsidedly, looking contemplative. If she were sober, and not quickly getting drunker, the answer would have come in an instant. She might be naive, but she's clever enough to assemble the pieces when they're in front of her. The fact that he's just told her that he does, in fact, work for someone at all, that's a clue. Now, though, there are several moments of contemplative silence with the occasional thoughtful hum.
"Mmm. You wouldn't ask that question if you thought I couldn't know the answer, would you? Which means that whoever you work for, it's someone or...something I could know." She tilts her head to the side and gives him a curious look. "Does ImpSec handle civilians too, then?"