Vio is in there, and with Ivan in her arms, supported awkwardly in one arm while the other holds a knife to his throat.

"Move against me," she hisses, "and your Barrayaran servitor dies."

Linyabel, debubbled but still in her silently floating chair, exits the float-car, out of sight of Vio. She makes a gesture at Miles that could be interpreted as, perhaps, stall, and makes for a door.