"Thought so." Miles can't help a smirk as he shoves his own tray back and gets to his feet, waving Gregor toward the exit to the mess. It's fairly quiet further down the corridor, and Miles slows his pace considerably, if not coming to a halt, once the clank and chatter of the mess dies down to a distant murmur. He shoves his hands in his pockets -- still wearing the clothes he came in with, because it's not like the uniforms they gave him fit -- and looks up at Gregor in concern with a somewhat less skeptical bent.

"You sure you're all right? I mean -- if your trip was anything like mine, it was probably, uh...pretty abrupt."