The look Sonya gave her would've been that of her commanding officer. "Corporal, is it?" Sonya saw the patch on her uniform. "If either of us knew, if I knew..you seriously think I would still be here? Milliways is nice, and I do have a few friends here..but it's not where I'm supposed to be."

Right, so she'd be in Outworld, either facing recapture or being with her friends, but that was better than being trapped. Nice as this place was, it was still being under restriction.

Sonya tried to think. "She usually has a reason. Can you think of anything going on back through your door, something that would have Ms. Bar deciding you needed some time away? Maybe something personal or relating to work?"

That was usually the case: when she was bound, she was fifteen pounds underweight, severally sleep deprived and barely holding onto her sanity.