The girl across from him doesn't look like much--while context is different here, she's always expected to play the armcandy role in 'civilized' places like Boston or New York at home, and in a way, it's made her grateful for the desolation of everywhere else. She's decided she'll have to prove her ability to run her own corner of things here--build from the bottom up, as they say.

Starting with supplies.

"Sonja." The direct nature of the name-exchanging suits her. "And I've got a few things in mind, but I'd like to know what's feasible. You know? So I don't get my girlish hopes up."