[ The clone's response is a lordly snort. He inspects his nails in mock-casualness. ]

Think you might tell Illyan that? It'd save me having to memorize all those passwords that I need to recite to prove I'm still me. To say nothing of keeping him from going gray quite so fast.

[ What are you doing? Passing along Galen's ramblings about ways this plot could be foiled... Well, what he's doing, he guesses, is making himself convincingly Lord Vorkosigan. ]