"Yeah. Yeah, it would be." Miles's face goes a little distant as he contemplates not just what Barrayar might do with something like that, but what Cetaganda might do. Probably would do. He wets his lips. "Alright -- okay. Say there's an Ingress on this planet. Say we find it, and actually manage to fix it -- and that we can use it..." He draws in a breath. "Alright, I'm on board. Let's find an Ingress. Just -- one condition."