Miles certainly recognizes that voice. Well. Here's his contact, he thinks with grim amusement.
He knows that's not her real name but he can't reveal his either, and it's more to her detriment than his. She hasn't heard his voice before, and he's willing to bet she's even been insulated from the well known fact that Admiral Naismith is a short gnome of a man. He hadn't been carrying any identification at all (this isn't his first dance) and so he answers, "I'm Ivan." If he hears the name, he'll certainly react to it, anyway.
Then he's stuck in the predicament of carrying on a conversation with someone from the Time of Isolation, or near enough. She obviously knows more than her cover can allow her to betray, but how much more? Miles has no clue what her resources are like. That had been item number one on his agenda, and here he is with her, unable to ask.
It occurs to him that he's successfully made the rendezvous after all, and he brightens.
That irrepressible cheeriness carries over as he goes on, "Oh, sure. Locals took exception to my visit. That was me in the ship." That's his own well-placed clue: he's with the Dendarii. "They probably think you're involved in my nefarious plans and snatched you up along with me. Er... sorry about that."
It's a genuine apology, anyway. Although come to think of it, their knowledge of his landing could've come from tapping into Jones's communications, or just simply following her. Maybe they do know who he is. Miles's impatience for them to drag him out for interrogation sharpens. He needs data, damn it, and he's sure he can get much more from the exchange than they can get from him.
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He knows that's not her real name but he can't reveal his either, and it's more to her detriment than his. She hasn't heard his voice before, and he's willing to bet she's even been insulated from the well known fact that Admiral Naismith is a short gnome of a man. He hadn't been carrying any identification at all (this isn't his first dance) and so he answers, "I'm Ivan." If he hears the name, he'll certainly react to it, anyway.
Then he's stuck in the predicament of carrying on a conversation with someone from the Time of Isolation, or near enough. She obviously knows more than her cover can allow her to betray, but how much more? Miles has no clue what her resources are like. That had been item number one on his agenda, and here he is with her, unable to ask.
It occurs to him that he's successfully made the rendezvous after all, and he brightens.
That irrepressible cheeriness carries over as he goes on, "Oh, sure. Locals took exception to my visit. That was me in the ship." That's his own well-placed clue: he's with the Dendarii. "They probably think you're involved in my nefarious plans and snatched you up along with me. Er... sorry about that."
It's a genuine apology, anyway. Although come to think of it, their knowledge of his landing could've come from tapping into Jones's communications, or just simply following her. Maybe they do know who he is. Miles's impatience for them to drag him out for interrogation sharpens. He needs data, damn it, and he's sure he can get much more from the exchange than they can get from him.