Out of habit, Sonja does memorize the basic figures on the store supplies and a few of the militant issues. Disappointed, yet not really surprised, she drifts back toward the window. Watching the antics of the children below both heartened her and caused a curl of fear within her. Here, alone and seeing the apparent freedom of the children in the gardens below it is hard to shake the thought that perhaps not all in the council was trustworthy. In her solitude she allows the hard mask that she adopts as easily as the children fade into the shadows below, to fall leaving her ragged nerves and emotions exposed for this small moment in time.