Gregor feels the breath he didn't realize he was holding hiss from his lungs at Bel's exclamation, the set of his shoulders shifting into as close as he gets to a slump for a brief instant. He goes from being painfully relieved that Miles is all right to contemplating strangling him with alarming rapidity--is this how Simon feels all the time? God, no wonder the man's so stressed.

"I see," Gregor says after a moment, his voice edged with irony instead of panic now. "Not that it isn't a pleasure to see you again, Captain, but if indeed the Triumph has not spontaneously combusted and taken all the rest of the Dendarii top brass with it, would you please explain to me how you even knew to come to this office, in this city, on this planet in the first place?"