Yes, Miles's reflexes are coming along nicely. That's a good thing, right? It'll help his cover back home. Should've let me coach you back then, Miles. Nobody'll ever catch you out on your body language again.... "I like the top," says Bel distinctly, managing not to flop over sideways, "b'cause you have the best view. But down here's nice too." Yes, that certainly is a nice view of Miles climbing the ladder to Bel's bunk. And bringing down blankets and a pillow? They don't deserve him, they really don't.

A brief struggle with the Moira-issued boots confirm that no, that's not going to work. By the time Miles descends, though, Bel has shucked the Dendarii tunic and folded it over the back of the couch. The Moira uniform jacket is still distressingly tight up top, but there's the grey trousers and the black trousers too. Clothes. So complex. Words, too. Bel shrugs, waving a hand in a gesture that's supposed to mean something, probably. It's okay. Miles will help.