[ she is remarkably short-worded, but then, miles is no stranger to laconic women. he grins. ]
I see you are a woman of many talents. I'm impressed. [ he sweeps her a sketch of a bow, though he's careful to keep his eyes on her. you know, just in case she decides to throw any more knives. she's still an unknown quantity -- for now, anyway. ] Miles Vorkosigan. Might I have your name?
[ he damn nearly calls her 'miss', but bites it back at the last second. probably not the right move here. ]
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I see you are a woman of many talents. I'm impressed. [ he sweeps her a sketch of a bow, though he's careful to keep his eyes on her. you know, just in case she decides to throw any more knives. she's still an unknown quantity -- for now, anyway. ] Miles Vorkosigan. Might I have your name?
[ he damn nearly calls her 'miss', but bites it back at the last second. probably not the right move here. ]