Sonia looked confused as she normally did. The poor kid'd had a rough go in life thus far, and was hampered somewhat but by no means stupid from the brain injury that had wiped away her memory. It took her several long moments to recognize the older woman and she straightened up, dropping the gaudy bauble she had no intentions on buying for herself but rather, for someone who liked gaudy costume jewelry. Her maid, that was.

"I am not a prisoner there, you know?" she said in her dulcet voice. She was such a sweet girl that it often confused people as to why she ended up in her profession. "Only to the profession," she murmured. "Why do you always have to bring up my gilded cage anyway?"