For a moment, Miles is sure he's watching a holovid. The woman on the vid plate looks like something out of a period drama, bloodied and armored straight out of the Time of Isolation. For that moment, fleeting as it is, Miles is stunned, stalls out -- but it's only a moment, and then he's recovered himself, leaning in intently. What the hell?

"Without a doubt," he says, swallowing his surprise, and glances out the corner of his eye at the comms offer. He gives Miles a nod. Scanners confirm ten on board. "Can you identify yourself?"

She seems sincere, but her ship bears certain resemblances to the one he's chasing, and that's a little hard to ignore.