Sonia scoffs out a real laugh at that, though the hand she clutches to her chest is in mock indignation. "You need your eyes checked, sir," she says, lifting her chin, and kicks away a small mound of snow between them. With a bright-eyed smirk, she neatly kicks the shovel out from under Byerly's hand and takes a step closer, letting it fall back into the pile of snow. "I think you need a closer look."