He ignores them all, thoroughly occupied with his meditations on the subject of Cetagandan security.
Why has no one come calling - even if not to meet them at the gate, then at least on the way here, or while they sit and drink and chat - to ask them sternly worded questions and demand the return of their captured goods?
Possibility one: A setup of some kind; even as Miles waits for the Cetagandans to pounce, they are waiting for him to - what? He's not sure, but Cetagandans being Cetagandans, this scenario seems likely.
Possibility two: A matter of timing. The fugitive is not yet captured, or if captured not yet interrogated, or if interrogated not yet subjected to any line of questioning that would lead him to mention his Barrayaran surprise. If indeed he is a fugitive at all. If indeed anyone knew he was there... Miles gazes contemplatively into his wine, and has a mouthful so as to make at least a pretense of keeping up with the other two.
Just as Vorob'yev finishes his glass - a matter of experienced planning on his part, Miles judges - their luggage arrives with its escort. Vorob'yev departs the table to see it stowed in the shuttle. Miles braces mentally for incoming Ivan, now that the two of them are alone and relatively unobserved.
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Why has no one come calling - even if not to meet them at the gate, then at least on the way here, or while they sit and drink and chat - to ask them sternly worded questions and demand the return of their captured goods?
Possibility one: A setup of some kind; even as Miles waits for the Cetagandans to pounce, they are waiting for him to - what? He's not sure, but Cetagandans being Cetagandans, this scenario seems likely.
Possibility two: A matter of timing. The fugitive is not yet captured, or if captured not yet interrogated, or if interrogated not yet subjected to any line of questioning that would lead him to mention his Barrayaran surprise. If indeed he is a fugitive at all. If indeed anyone knew he was there... Miles gazes contemplatively into his wine, and has a mouthful so as to make at least a pretense of keeping up with the other two.
Just as Vorob'yev finishes his glass - a matter of experienced planning on his part, Miles judges - their luggage arrives with its escort. Vorob'yev departs the table to see it stowed in the shuttle. Miles braces mentally for incoming Ivan, now that the two of them are alone and relatively unobserved.