Since he does know who she is, he reads that translation loud and clear, and smiles, dry as dust. Local support is good, but at the same time, Miles would rather not step in and engineer a civil war. At least not without clearing it with Illyan first.
Which all means he needs to get back to the Triumph and update him. Mid-mission reports are not typically Miles's style, but even he knows when he needs to ask permission instead of forgiveness, and upending an entire planetary form of government-- and a long-standing mass con, like this one-- might land him in trouble.
This part, though, this is no trouble for him to manage solo at all.
"Beta Colony," he answers promptly, with none of the hesitation of a lie. He's glad all over again, as he often is, that he'd spent enough years there with his grandmother to sell this lie well. "A technological paradise, if you can include paradise to mean badly terraformed planet-wide desert. But it is very egalitarian, passionately so. We were the first colonization effort by Earth, hence the name. As for trusting me, well, it's a determination you're free to make yourself. I'm not much invested in your opinion, given our gracious accommodations, and it wouldn't be the first time I've been called a lunatic."
Miles sounds chipper about that. Undaunted. This whole situation is new to him, but only in its entirety; piece by piece, it's very familiar, and he's confident. In his element, even. Subterfuge, resisting interrogation, daring rescues, saving a young lady with lofty, idealistic dreams-- what's not to love? Elli couldn't have kept him from this by tying his hands down.
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Which all means he needs to get back to the Triumph and update him. Mid-mission reports are not typically Miles's style, but even he knows when he needs to ask permission instead of forgiveness, and upending an entire planetary form of government-- and a long-standing mass con, like this one-- might land him in trouble.
This part, though, this is no trouble for him to manage solo at all.
"Beta Colony," he answers promptly, with none of the hesitation of a lie. He's glad all over again, as he often is, that he'd spent enough years there with his grandmother to sell this lie well. "A technological paradise, if you can include paradise to mean badly terraformed planet-wide desert. But it is very egalitarian, passionately so. We were the first colonization effort by Earth, hence the name. As for trusting me, well, it's a determination you're free to make yourself. I'm not much invested in your opinion, given our gracious accommodations, and it wouldn't be the first time I've been called a lunatic."
Miles sounds chipper about that. Undaunted. This whole situation is new to him, but only in its entirety; piece by piece, it's very familiar, and he's confident. In his element, even. Subterfuge, resisting interrogation, daring rescues, saving a young lady with lofty, idealistic dreams-- what's not to love? Elli couldn't have kept him from this by tying his hands down.