Visibly crippled, yes. Miles gives his alternate's leg a second, more sympathetic look. "No, you're even worse off like that. I at least have the advantage of appearing healthy despite everything." Until he has his next seizure, anyway ... That may be the end of him right then and there.

Nothing to be done now. Enough to focus on untangling this double business, and getting a damn warning into this man. "She has been, yes. One made a good impression - saved her during a Ceta raid - and she's been warm since."

Stepping up to what passes for a front door, he raps on the doorframe. A quick call brings the woman in question: thirties, harried, and noticeably alone. She jolts at seeing double, and eyes the younger Miles' cast with disapproval.