He didn't speak, and Sonora's words hung in the air between them, the silence going on and on. She could feel his eyes on her, and under the scrutiny, Sonora began to get restless. She wanted to pace, to work out the nervous energy that was building up inside her, but she forced herself to remain still. Or, mostly still at any rate. She couldn't seem to keep her fingers still, and they drummed against the sweating brown glass of her beer between sips. What in the hell was wrong with her, anyway? This wasn't anywhere near as dangerous a situation as she'd been in before, and here she was working herself up into a sweat.<br/><br/>Sonora's gaze flicked over to him, meeting his eyes for a moment or two before shifting away again. The longer the silence lasted, the more anxious she got. What was he thinking about? What did he see when he looked at her? She wracked her brain for something to say when she realized he hadn't yet introduced himself. Just as she took a breath and was about to speak into the long stretch of silence, he beat her to the punch.<br/><br/>She blinked at him, swallowing her own question along with another sip of her slowly warming beer, and then answered with a shrug. "I was moved around a lot when I was in the system," she said, her voice quiet and her eyes focused on the beer in her hand, "and after I changed the first time..." Sonora's voice trailed off and she shrugged again. "I ran. Lived on the streets for a while, til they found me and brought me back in. But after that...after that, I never stayed in a foster home for more than a month or two, and the minute I turned eighteen I was gone again." She wrapped her arms around herself as she thought of her tumultuous, chaotic childhood and the numerous foster parents she had been with. Some had been better than others, and a few were worse, but the majority of them were nameless, just a series of revolving faces in her memory.<br/><br/>She fell quiet again as she contemplated his second question, letting her eyes sweep back up his frame from his bare feet to his handsome face. "I won't...I'm not going to stay," she offered, "I just...want...friends. People I can be myself around. People I don't have to keep this secret from." The longing in her voice surprised her with its intensity, and when she looked down again, she found that she had moved up to stand behind the chair she had been sitting in before Grayson had appeared, the hand not holding her beer gripping the back of the chair tightly. Disappointment speared her when he said he couldn't stay long and she pushed it away as she looked up at him again.<br/><br/>Did she have any questions for him? Oh, yes. Yes, she did. Questions about their numbers, their inner hierarchy, the span of their territory...but she asked none of them. Those were Cam's questions, not hers. "Just one question," she found herself saying, "for now. Could I...could I go for a run? I won't hunt or anything, and I'll stay away from anyone else if I scent them if you want me to, but...I just want to run. It's been so long." Sonora tore her gaze away from Grayson and looked wistfully out the window, her wolf whining softly, restless and longing to run free.