"No," she said simply, letting the simple word answer both his question and his statement. She didn't get defensive, since if their positions were reversed she would be just as terrified as he was. Now that she was putting the pieces together, she was at least able to read the emotions he'd shown briefly earlier with more accuracy. "No, they did not send me. As far as I know, everyone thinks you as dead as I did. And I know you will not be a contact. How could you be? You are dead to me," she said softly, and let some of the sadness she'd felt at his passing, when she'd first heard the news, tinge her voice. He really had been a friend, once. And if there was one thing Sofia valued, it was her friends. In her situation, friends were not just friends, they were family. And while he hadn't been that close of a friend, he had been close enough that she had missed him.
She filled her shot glass once more, then filled his without asking. "To those we've lost," she said simply, lifting her glass for the toast.