[ Miles' eyes widen at the accent. it's beyond bizarre, well into downright unsettling to hear a Barrayaran accent coming out of his mouth and yet not actually be his. He has a brief, wild image of there being an actual Lord Vorkosigan out there like his crazy cover story, from some alternate universe perhaps.
Is that possible? Should he consider it? He doesn't know which way to turn. So rather than trying to orient himself, he decides to move forward, in whatever direction that ends up being. What would Admiral Naismith think? He'd be concerned that this really was Lord Vorkosigan out to get him. With a stunner, to disable the body he'd come to claim. Yes. Naismith would be wary - terrified - but looking for a way to talk his way out of it. ]
I'd argue precisely the opposite. But - I've been rude.
[ He doesn't have to fake the small shiver of fear that goes through him. He manages a bow anyway, wincing as it jostles his freshly re-broken arm. ]
Admiral Miles Naismith, of the Dendarii Free Mercenary Fleet. [ A pause. ] If you've come to claim me, I'm sorry to say that your property is badly damaged.
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Is that possible? Should he consider it? He doesn't know which way to turn. So rather than trying to orient himself, he decides to move forward, in whatever direction that ends up being. What would Admiral Naismith think? He'd be concerned that this really was Lord Vorkosigan out to get him. With a stunner, to disable the body he'd come to claim. Yes. Naismith would be wary - terrified - but looking for a way to talk his way out of it. ]
I'd argue precisely the opposite. But - I've been rude.
[ He doesn't have to fake the small shiver of fear that goes through him. He manages a bow anyway, wincing as it jostles his freshly re-broken arm. ]
Admiral Miles Naismith, of the Dendarii Free Mercenary Fleet. [ A pause. ] If you've come to claim me, I'm sorry to say that your property is badly damaged.