Brook sure did like to ask questions. She was only lucky that Sonya was starved enough for another female to talk to, that she didn't really mind.
"No, me and Tom haven't ever had sex. Not that I haven't tried, but the man's like a combination safe sometimes. Now we're more friends and than anything. As for the Adirondaks, yes, I'm from way upstate New York, almost in Canada. Nice there. Well, was. I've got no idea what it's like now."
When she ashed about the bargaining chip, Brook shook her head. "It's classified, doll, sorry can't tell you. But the knee thing, well, that's just a guy thing. Tom's the type to play down a gushing neck wound."
"If it's a boy, maybe I'll name him Thomas after his father."
"But Tom said... he's your... that's is?" Sonya was confused. "Lucky girl, you." He was, after all, a fabulous catch, Sonya knew. She'd let him father *her* children any day.
"Yes, yes, of course you'd want to be near him, given the circumstances," no, Sonya wasn't aware of any man named Thomas Mconnell. "He's got a free room you can use, or you can share, maybe, whatever you like..."
"...Oh! I need a bathroom."
"Alright! We're nearby, actually. They're regular public restrooms, unfortunately, but they work, and that's all that matters at the moment..." Sonya dragged Brook and showed her the way.