Post-fast-penta and unarmed, Miles is not-so-secretly glad for the crowbar in Lara's hand while he's still catching his breath.

"Thought I saw that when they dragged me in here," he pants, limping alongside her. "If I can get any of the outgoing coms working -- I think I've got an override that'll work -- then we can get the hell out of here, and I can start filling out the paperwork for that groundcar." Because lord, will there ever be paperwork. Miles is struck with a sudden, hypo-hysterical giggle. "I really had hoped to introduce you to my boss under better circumstances, Lara, I promise."