She didn't react when she saw him appear, Danny had his mouth sealed on the milk bottle and any sudden movement would set off a storm of tears. If he noticed the presence of someone else in the room, he was too focused on eating to notice.
Sonya did look up, sucking in a breath, the arm supporting her son tightened around him as though protecting him-or reminding her to keep her temper, she wasn't quite sure. Part of her thought this would've been a funny image, the 'great' Sonya Blade, dressed in her military greens while feeding a three month infant.
"Evening." She kept her face neutral, not trusting herself to keep from being hormonal.