"I'm afraid that's company business," comes the curt response from the guard holding a gun to the little girl's head. She looks terrified, entreating. It makes Miles a little sick inside that whatever else they could do -- whatever further action they could take that isn't letting themselves be none-too-gently escorted from the building -- is more than likely to result in harm coming to the kid. "Now you can either come with us, or we'll drag you out the door. Player's choice." His mouth pulls back in a not-smile to bare teeth. Miles considers their options as he tries to catch his breath, wheezing, and get back to his feet.

"I think my friend and I were just leaving," he says with a tight smile that's no friendlier than the look the guard is giving them. He nudges Snake with his elbow just slightly and lets the guards start to escort them out, although it leaves a knot in his stomach that twists a little tighter with each step toward the door.