Oh yes, Miles is terribly noisy. An unusually sharp brain even before you take into account the fact that he got there due to his own body being kind of frail and terrible, which just dialed it up to eleven. He's clamoring even now, trying to guess at what it is she's going to tell him. Cetagandan spy gone rogue? Secret Jackson's Whole experiment? Love confession?

... All right, probably not that last one. But a man can dream.

"My apologies," he says with a wry little bow in turn. "I am insatiable, I suppose."

But he shoulders his stunner, heading out to give her a bit of space. Twenty minutes, eh. He can do that.