Ha! Sonia lets out a triumphant little breath of a laugh once she tugs him free, and she staggers back a half a step with the momentum. Well, not off to a bad start, then. She might not be very judgmental, but she is curious.

And then he gets that look on his face. She's seen it before. That moment when they realize they're talking to an Imperial Princess, the highest of Vor, and they go all shellshocked and eggshells. It's not like she doesn't like being a Princess, far from it, but what does a girl have to do to score a little normal conversation around here? Her brows draw together and she purses her lips, and at twenty-three she is far from a child, but she manages an astonishing pout. She even looks briefly like she might actually stamp her foot.

"Oh, who told? Was it Count Piotr? I bet it was him. Or the Colonel. Or did my Armsman tell you? You haven't seen him, have you?" She huffs in exasperation. "I just wanted a walk. I think I ought to be allowed."