Well that's easier to digest than time travel, at least. Miles immediately grasps the implied structure of the ship, and lets out a faint sort at Waste Disposal. Because of fucking course. That's just a rule of the universe, isn't it? "Let me guess. You had to clean out a few pipes in your time?" If he didn't then Miles is going to be sorely disappointed.

He's not surprised by talking himself into management either. A little impressed - he's allowed to be impressed with himself for managing that particular trick twice, right? - but not surprised, oh no. Sheer boredom would have driven him to it if waste management. was the only alternative.

But the supply runs ... Miles flicks his gaze up and down his double again, looking for scars. "Which you found out first hand," he says bluntly.