Good enough for Miles, who really just needed a little leverage. He stumbles out of the snowbank and nearly on top of Sonia. Only a last minute rebalancing saves him from an embarrassing plunge. (It's a bit embarrassing to be pulled out of such a silly situation anyway - he'd thought he'd made peace with his stature by the age of thirty, but the constant dark looks and hex signs have been demoralizing--)

As he looks up to thank his savior, he freezes. He knows that face. Has seen it in portraits, the limited holo recordings remaining from this period... If he looks utterly gobsmacked, it because he is. "Princess," he says rather breathlessly. "What are you doing here?"

No thank yous just yet, sorry Sonia. He's too busy staring.