[ Miles lets his hand fall at last, drawing it back so that he can look on his old bodyguard's face. He could almost laugh at Bothari's command there, except they both know it's deadly, utterly serious. How strange to be reunited with his shadow here, of all places. Here where he needs it more than ever ...

Perhaps this is karmic justice on multiple levels. ]

We'll need to be careful. I've no intention of causing any time paradoxes. [ A pause; he cocks his head at Bohari's livery. ] You'll have to wear alternate colors here, though. I'm no Vorkosigan in this era.