[ Miles laughs right up until the over-enthusiastic savior barrels into him, and then he's gone and bruised something in his wrist. Well, dammit. At least it gives him an excuse to get out of here. Not without a quick barb aimed at the idiot who knocked him over though: ]

Excuse me. I was perfectly fine just now. You're not going to get your quorum on the next vote without me.

[ Not that it matters. It's pandemonium now anyway, and with his father having ripped up most of the proposal there's no point in staying. He hauls himself back up to his feet. ]

Come on. Let's get out of here.