He's scowling before the voice even fully registers in his mind. Miles Vorkosigan. Not the cause of this, but usually a sign of trouble to come.

The expression of dismay is gone as quickly as it came, replaced by a sigh as he glances over at the other man. Not the first person he wanted to see here, but perhaps he should count his blessings that it's a friendly Barrayaran.

"Yes, it's me," he hisses in hushed tones. Is the man excited to see him? That can't be a good sign. "If this is some haphazard plan of yours, Lieutenant..."