Suddenly, she reminds him of Olivia, and that makes him feel a little bit comforted. Specifically, she reminds him of Olivia when she's handling a victim. Matter-of-fact, never beating around the bush, but never unkind, never harsh. She explains things precisely, but she's gentle about it, just the way Olivia is. Sonny doesn't feel like a victim, not in the sense he's used to, but he supposes he could be considered one. Not a victim of assault, but a victim of something else.

A victim of whatever this is. Kidnapping is probably the most accurate term, but even that feels too little to describe this.

"Okay," he says, attempting to wrap his mind around this. "Okay, that makes sense, I guess. I mean-- not really, but...."

But he'll accept it, he supposes. He sighs, bringing the cup to his mouth to take a sip. It's warm, although bitter, but it soothes his throat all the same. "Someone would've had to put us in the fountain, right? It's not like we just showed up there, somebody had to put us there. And that's something other people would've noticed. Right?"