The mess hall is so full of strangers it's just about impossible not to recognize a familiar face, and when Miles recognizes this one, he nearly has a heart attack. For one single, suspended moment, Miles experiences the uncomfortable tight feeling of his heart stopping. Gregor -- here? No, no, no, no -- it's bad enough that he and Ivan are stuck here, that they're probably missing with zero preamble back home, but Gregor? Miles is having flashbacks to Vervain at this point.

He forcibly regains his composure with a hard swallow and a deep breath, schools his expression into something vaguely related to nonchalance, and drops himself onto the seat next to Gregor, letting his tray rattle on the table.

"Hello, Gregor. Fancy seeing you here." Miles very carefully does not address him as sire. The last thing they need is anyone around here finding out that they've got royalty on board. Well, if he was ever worried about getting bored here... He gives Gregor a tight, bland smile and prods at the weird green pancakes on his tray, pushing one toward Gregor. "Pancake?"