[ Gregor can't blame Miles for feeling so uneasy, although he's only abstractly, distantly aware of it. He feels distinctly unmoored himself, adrift as he grasps for any kind of handle on reality, which seems to have turned itself on its head sometime in the past twenty minutes.

He looks belatedly back toward the front door, having missed what she'd dropped completely. ] It's all right; the Vorkosigans can add it to their already infinite debt of credit with the Imperium. [ This sounds like it should be a joke, but Gregor still isn't up to that; instead it's soft-voiced as ever, too achingly sincere to be humorous. ]

Please take your time. We'll retrieve what you lost.

[ Frankly, he needs a moment to look at Miles in absolute stunned bewilderment. ]