The man's not very Barrayaran in manner, but that's more refreshing than anything else. And she can't imagine he'd have survived long if he'd been born on this planet, anyway.

Sonia smiles slightly at his greeting, returning it in kind with a tilt of her head. "Pleased to meet you, Mark. You can call me Sonia." She plucks at her skirt with one hand in a lazy mock curtsy. "So, why can't you use the Barrayaran stuff?"