"Funny. Vor seem to be the only ones who have trouble speaking with me," he remarks dryly. The others he worked with at the embassy hardly had a problem with him and he's pulled more than his fair share. He'd say it wasn't by choice, but he did voluntarily throw himself into the madhouse that was the Imperial Service. And supposedly he becomes friends with a former subordinate. Their time on Earth had a more lasting impact than he could have predicted.

The mention of scalps causes a glint to appear in his eyes. Sitting in Miles attic? Really? But that's neither here nor there, they have more pressing matters to attend to.

"I'm a Komarran historian stuck in the Cetagandan camp," he hisses back in a low voice. "How much of a 'great time' do you think I'm having?"