Aww, Charlie. Miles just grins more widely in return. Maybe he shouldn't be so surprised - native guides must be hard to come by, given the general distrust of outsiders on Barrayar. "I am indeed," he says. "It will give me an opportunity to help bring back food. Which I'm usually not great at." A sore point for him, given the way some of the other soldiers have glared at him every time he takes a ration or a bit of game. He has to justify his drain on the supplies, being a mutant and all.