[There's a faint, passing frown at the cagey expression on his son's face. There's some temptation to ease down the shields between them, catch some hint of what is going on...

But, besides an agreement, he could probably guess. This hadn't been exactly smooth for either of them.

He answers that with a light sigh, pulling a chair from the table and reversing it before taking his seat there. Aral rubs at the back of his neck with a large hand, considering the question.]

These two days have offered a world of education. I can't quite place where good resides, yet.

[No, that was a lie. He gives a longer, evaluating stare at Miles' shoulder.]

Fairing better, I take it?