Miles about jumps at Rosethorn's sudden presence -- God, he must be tired if he didn't notice her until she spoke. He straightens and gives her a cheerful smile that's only a little stretched with exhaustion, although he still seems a little too alert.

"Prolific little thing, isn't it? I wasn't expecting anything to come of those little kitty buds to begin with. I must say I rather prefer this over the alternative." Miles sketches her an exaggerated bow with a little flourish, although the effect is ruined by the slight sway and momentary need to catch his balance. "A pleasure to meet you, Rosethorn. I'm Miles. You wouldn't happen to know when Clark will be in, would you?"