"Troll? I do believe that's a new one," Mark couldn't help his twitchy smile, amused by the phrase (he didn't get insulted with something new often) and on edge with the violence around them. "If you do, take care not to put your back out." After all, even if Mark was short, he was rather heavy. But surely Aidou... Aidan to the nurses... was stronger than he looked. Everyone here was.

He stood, smiling at the nurse too, feeling something similar to what he imagined Miles usually felt when in his manic modes, or perhaps closer to what he'd felt on the stimulants and painkillers Lily Durona had loaded him with months ago. No painkillers for me today, thank you, madam. Miranda... the institute name for the woman who'd started this mess? O brave new world, that has such lunatics in it...

"I'm happy to be friends with Sean, madam, I hope to make friends with Aidan as well. They're very interesting conversationalists." He could feel his accent slipping from his usual mixed-galactic tones into Barrayaran as he put on airs, following after Sean. Just a responsible gentleman and two younger fellows following a nurse peacefully out of the fray, yes.