Sonya didn't see him come in-she wasn't seeing anything. For once, she managed to snag herself an empty sofa by the fire and using it to take a nap. Sleep was still hit or miss with her, and while the bar was noisy (herself being a light sleeper), it was a sort of white noise that allowed her to zone out.

She would've certainly not resembled the woman Jackson saw chained in the arena. Sure, she was still on the thin side, but not nearly as emaciated or sickly as she was last, and her clothing consisted of jeans and long sleeved shirt, not the rags that were once BDUs.