Miles sucks in a sharp breath. He's not sure which is most horrifying: being spat out of a machine after death, having that machine revert a portion of his body, or having a few memories missing just because of some kind of machine glitch. At least his own cryorevival has actual scientific explanation for it, and reasons behind every side effect he'd suffered. This just seems random.

He starts pacing again, his expression pale with muted horror. "Like we needed to be any more brittle," he says with a bit of a snarl. Not directed at his alternate, oh no. It's the only piece of this madness he can look at directly. The other two ... It makes him wonder if he really is this man's future after all. That somehow this Ingress machine could have put him back with precisely zero memories of being on the Moira to begin with. He needs - well, he's had too many drinks already. He needs to do something stupid.

Breathe, dammit. He forces himself to return to the chair and tap on the back of it rather than continue circling the room. "Well? Does it get any worse from there?" he says. "Might as well get it all out at once."