Sonja listened to the seamstresses words, her arms folded, her gaze cutting towards the windows every once in a while. Though it may seem her attention drifts, she is paying very careful attention to the words of the seamstress. Though the cold hard pit in her stomach that had taken up residence since Ursa spoke of the executions and Ingram spoke of every single person in the party dead or worse, Sonja returned a smile to Greta, trying to make it as natural as possible.<br/><br/>"Well, it was time to get new clothes anyway. Did he tell you a specific style, or may I chose that?" One brow archs toward Ursa though, wondering why she had cut Greta off. "Oh and do go on please, it has been a while since I found time to simply chat. You were saying to him?" Keep them talking, keep them pumping even insignificant information was her plan.