Miles blinks up at Gregor, mildly thrown by his sudden burst of confidence. "Er...right." He manages a smile that is, to his credit, only slightly sickly, and rubs at his jaw. He'll be fine as long as he doesn't wind up with Admiral Naismith and Miles Vorkosigan boxed in a ship together. Both being on a planet was hard enough, but this place...
"Yeah, we'll be all right," Miles echoes with a nod, figuring Gregor could use the assurance as much as he does. He doesn't bother trying to swing an arm around Gregor's shoulders -- the attempt would just embarrass the both of them -- but his grin grows more genuine. "As long as the three of us stick together, eh? My cousin Ivan, my foster-brother Gregor, and..." Miles fumbles, the strangeness of the situation suddenly pressing on him. Sure, he's Miles, but -- which one? Admiral Naismith would undoubtedly be more useful on a ship like this, with all his relevant experience, but with Gregor and Ivan...
"Miles," he finishes. "Uh -- just Miles, for now. We'll leave it at that."
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"Yeah, we'll be all right," Miles echoes with a nod, figuring Gregor could use the assurance as much as he does. He doesn't bother trying to swing an arm around Gregor's shoulders -- the attempt would just embarrass the both of them -- but his grin grows more genuine. "As long as the three of us stick together, eh? My cousin Ivan, my foster-brother Gregor, and..." Miles fumbles, the strangeness of the situation suddenly pressing on him. Sure, he's Miles, but -- which one? Admiral Naismith would undoubtedly be more useful on a ship like this, with all his relevant experience, but with Gregor and Ivan...
"Miles," he finishes. "Uh -- just Miles, for now. We'll leave it at that."