In hindsight, Miles probably shouldn't have gone to seek out the stables. He's been keeping a very careful distance from family members, despite knowing frighteningly little about the Occupation. His memories are mostly of Piotr or (more rarely) Aral telling stories that were likely accurate but not necessarily historical. Even so. He's trying not to muddy things if he can help it even slightly. Which includes staying away. Which also should avoiding the stables, but he's so damned homesick, and the horses can't betray him, he thinks...

So when the horse he'd been paying attention to (with the help of a very wrinkled apple) abruptly moves out of the way, Miles is surprised to find himself just feet away from his grandfather. His very, very young grandfather. Dear god, has Da even been born yet? He doesn't dare to breathe the question. Or say much of anything. Instead he stares openly for a moment. He is, of course, an unusual figure himself. Tiny, clearly (but not actually) mutated, and perhaps with enough of the Vorkosigan look to him to seem familiar. (But his eyes are purely Cordelia's. Pale and clear and sharp.)

"General Count Vorkosigan," he manages after an awkward moment. Realizing he has to say something. "Er - good morning?" The questioning lilt is half panicked, all awkward.