HAHAH OH BOY

[ miles has been drinking, yes, that's sort of the whole point. this has been a miserable frigging time so far, and it's only day one, and he hasn't managed to un-smash the panic button. this is maybe too much drinking considering the broken leg, but at least maple mead is somehow more familiar than the surroundings of his own district. a stranger to this time, though.

so he's feeling just a little slow when a woman masked in scarves drops in next to him, speaking in a familiar voice but he can't quite connect. she doesn't speak with a barrayaran accent, which would explain why she's even approaching him, let alone without the hex signs. miles squints at her in the dark, blinking owlishly. ]

I'm sorry, uh -- who're you?

[ drunk enough that that's his response. ]