Sophie takes the step backward as an invitation to enter, slipping through the door like a wraith. The slight uncanny-valley nature of her face is gone now, and she looks like she had yesterday, before everything in their worlds had changed. Once inside, she doesn't take the liberty of sitting anywhere without being invited, just stands there, fingers twisted together in a way that looks like she must be stretching them to the breaking point.

"There's a favor I want to ask you," she says, "but before that, I would think you are due your own answers, all things considered." Neither of them have exactly been on best behavior, but Sophie has some doubts that John has ever been up against something quite like her before.