Miles' own contact with the enemy is somewhat limited, thanks to the careful persuasion of his lieutenants. But once the tide has turned and its clear he can do no more from the command room, he too hauls on one of the suits and follows the Dendarii out into the field. Cleverness is his goal as always; he's responsible for making sure communications are cut off, that the rest of the fleet have no idea what's going on. Right up until the moment when he's behind Lakshmi and she takes the commander's head off. That's - um. That's unfortunate, actually. He'd much rather have had the man surrender, thus giving them a bargaining chip against the rest. Now he'll have to figure out an alternate plan.

But for now, the day is won. His mercenaries gladly help themselves to the spoils - and given they've seized quite a bit of the company's pay, it's a hell of a prize - but Miles himself takes little. No, he's after information, the next step, how to break the rest of the blockade and make this last ... The gap they have now is good, and Lakshmi's planet will get some needed supplies. But it won't last forever. At any moment they're sure to end up on the other end of a counter attack.

None has come yet. It's enough to make Miles deeply antsy. And enough to make him head for her quarters, knock on her door. He's brought a bottle of his own wine in turn. Vorkosigan wine, a very good vintage. "Rani?" he calls through the door. "Are you there?"