[There's no spark of recognition in those sharp grey eyes. No cloud of suspicion even hint them, but Captain Aral Vorkosigan existed well before Miles was even a topic broached with the indomitable Commander Cordelia Naismith.
Instead there was a thoughtful frown crossing his face. Aral regarded the twisted man, a mutant, probably. The years were not kind in this period, but the situation had been desperate enough to let him into service? Unlikely... Some prejudices were too deep. (His own itched to dismiss the strange figure, not wanting to be slowed down or endangered) But, his gut told him something else is going on here.]
Hm. [Not the bow, he imagined.] Powder shot or stunner?
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Instead there was a thoughtful frown crossing his face. Aral regarded the twisted man, a mutant, probably. The years were not kind in this period, but the situation had been desperate enough to let him into service? Unlikely... Some prejudices were too deep. (His own itched to dismiss the strange figure, not wanting to be slowed down or endangered) But, his gut told him something else is going on here.]
Hm. [Not the bow, he imagined.] Powder shot or stunner?