[The aggravation is unexpected, somewhat intriguing and somewhat concerning. Miles had momentarily seen an unspeakably convenient little strike force composing itself before his eyes. They knew each other, they were both military trained and seemed competent, and if they were a bit young to lead into combat for his taste, well, certainly combat hadn't waited for them. He wouldn't insult them by questioning their fitness when they seemed competent so far. Plus they might have other compatriots here with them that could be towed along.

But most importantly, he was flat out desperate. He was severely limited for resources to pull on here, damn it. If they didn't get along... He conceals his (not ill meant) machinations behind honest curiosity.]

It was nothing much, [he amends hastily.] Just that he wouldn't judge me by appearance, which I appreciate, because he'd learned his lesson on 'Annie'. You don't get along? [He hopes his casual interest is believable, but generally he's good at seeming disaffected, he trusts.]