...well, wasn't that an interesting intercom announcement? Of course, Miles didn't believe a word of it. Truth was, he didn't know quite what to believe anymore. That was something he wasn't used to. The truth generally made itself known one way or the other eventually; it didn't change and grow murky after he thought he had the shape of it.

He mulled that over as he inspected his suit. Thankfully, there were no traces of the bloodstains that had marked it the night previous. It was as if it had never been touched, and that was a relief. Miles nodded at it once before getting changed and getting what he could together, then sat down on the edge of the bed, waiting on Phoenix.