[ oh, does miles sense a bitter taste there? he's listening now, his ears pricked. his tone is mild and polite, although he's obviously a little antsy as he shifts further away from the edge of the shelf, as much as he can.. ]

Ah. You must be Tarn, then. Miles Naismith Vorkosigan, Senior Personnel Officer. [ he manages, somehow, to sketch tarn a bow from where he's half-crouched. ] Just thought I'd ask since you're, uh, passing through the neighborhood, so to speak. Anyway, I don't really do begging. You and Megatron had some kind of falling out?

[ he knows that already, but he's curious to hear what tarn has to say about it. ]