"Hey--!" Bel reaches out, holding Miles in place as he pounds the coughs out of his chest, genuinely worried he'll fall off his seat. The cough is worrying, too. He's not going to get sick now that the ship's warming up, is he? You never knew, with Miles and his aversion to having anyone take care of him until he physically can't escape it.

"I don't know. Didn't ask on the network; I didn't want to draw attention to it if they did, but I thought I'd better tell you than... not." Bel's glance flicks uncomfortably to the side. Could've just sent a text. Probably should've.... "And there wasn't an opportunity till...." An unhappy shrug. "If you have one you want to get rid of, there's still room in there. Or we can throw it in with the monster."