That sounds familiar. Some of mine came back -- [taps the heel of one gray ankle-topping boot against the floor.] It took a while, but you may not have seen the last of your own things. Do you need anything specific now? Besides a way back. That, I'm afraid, I can't offer you.

[has to check themself to make sure of not reading the wrong person's reactions into the familiar features, but... that's definitely not a 'why, yes, I'd be delighted to talk about it' face.]

I suppose not. Just some inconvenience for you if they're here, that's all.

[...it's Miles, isn't it. you'll have to do some fast stepping if you don't want it to stick; the names he gives just do, somehow. one side of their mouth lifts.]

On the bright side, the ship's full of people who wouldn't know Barrayar from a hole in the head, so you've got some options.