Oh for the love of - Miles curses under his breath in Russian. Then in Greek for good measure. Could they have waited five minutes? Just five minutes with her in his arms, at least touching her with his mouth and his hands, doing all he can to make her happy - not her getting up off of him in a panic. (He knows why, and he knows it's not anything to do with him. She could have a Jacksonian-altered superhumanly handsome man under her and she'd still push away rather than risk her entourage seeing what antics they're getting up to. But. He's still a little stung.)

He reluctantly gets up himself, straightening his uniform and trying to unmuss his hair. Muttering another curse. "Yes, I'm here," he says with just the slightest hint of irritation. Going to the door to try to give her more time to put herself together.