Miles wheezes out a laugh in relief when he sees the keys in her hand, though his chin jerks toward the door as he watches for anyone less than friendly who might have followed her.

"Have I ever told you you're an an angel?" He can't quite seem to catch his breath yet, but that come-down from fast-penta is a dizzying slide, and the interrogation left him feeling completely wrung out. He hadn't managed to pull the Shakespeare trick this time around, but he's sure he threw them enough with his reaction. He wriggles in anticipation, antsy and jittering. "Fairly certain my mother would too, and she's an actual theist. Where's the rest of the crew?"