Miles climbs onto the armrest and allows himself a moment of deep regret that he is going into combat in dress blacks and riding boots, without so much as a stunner to his name - they're bound to pass through a security scanner or two that would recognize an energy weapon's power pack even behind a haut-bubble force-screen. Whatever little goodies Linyabel took from Vio will have to suffice.

"How many doses of that drug-mist was she carrying?" he murmurs. "And do you know how to work it? Point and squirt and hope the target breathes...?"