"Very well." He holds up a hand and extracts his com link from his pocket. "Base. I'm leaving Yenaro's premises for a while. Track me, but don't interrupt me unless I call for you."

"Yes, my lord," the driver answers dubiously. "Where are you going?"

"I'm - taking a walk with a lady," he half-fibs. "Wish me luck."

"Oh," says the driver; Miles can almost see the smile, the nod of understanding. "Good luck, my lord."

"Thank you," he says, closes the channel, and tucks the link back into his pocket. "All right."

And he follows the ba wherever it may care to lead.