Seriously, Bel Thorne, where are you right now.

"Yeah, it was great," Miles says flatly, still feeling a little stung. He's not swayed by that last show of childish protest. "Being stuck aboard a ship run by a committee of inexperienced, underqualified civilians, universes away from anything even resembling something familiar, struggling to figure out who I was without Barrayar or the Dendarii, trying not to get killed again?" He knows he's raising his voice and he's too drunk to keep it down now. "Yeah, that was a real luxury."