Sonia is, at least, drunk enough by this point not to comment on the babbling -- she just sits there and draws her legs up to her chest to listen, resting her cheek on her knees and watching him.

"Wrong kind of spy," she sums up with a quirk of her mouth. "I suppose I'm getting more history lessons after all, hm? But no, don't think for a moment that I hold it against you -- or ImpSec, although I don't have any particular feelings about it, except for how utterly terrifying the man in charge is. Scared the hell out of me as a girl."

Her smile widens a little, warming, and she makes a move for the bottle, but puts her hand on Byerly's arm instead. The night is starting to blur pleasantly around the edges. "You already apologized, back in your cell. You risked everything for me. I'm just...so glad you're here. That's all that matters."