The Queen of Jhansi. That comes as no surprise to Miles, given his research, but he straightens anyway. Old Barrayaran instincts die hard, even as fully plunged into his Naismith persona as he is now. It was that rumored sense of honor that had drawn his attention over the protests of the more practical members of his outfit. Plus there’s the plight of her world as well, beset by over-supplied and technologically advanced invaders as Barrayar once was... Yes, this is a personal affair for Miles, although he won’t show an inch of that on his face.

His eyes flicker to her comm - not understanding her words, but noting the communication. Best to be careful with everything he says here. Including his act as Naismith. “I’ve heard a lot about your honor,” he says, his tones flat and Betan. “But I don’t pay my troops with honor, you see. As much as it may appeal personally.”

Though they’re doing pretty well after their last job, courtesy of a fat payment from Barrayar. He’s pretty sure he could convince Simon to finance this one too. The United Corporation has been harassing Barrayaran trade as well, after all. So the trick is to find - some balance there. And to see if her request is as honest as it seems. If she can’t convince Miles personally, they’re done here.

He leans forward, gray eyes bright with intrerest. “So if you must offer honor as payment, I must know more about what kind of honor you have in mind. What you fight for, and how.” Convince him, Lakshmi; he’s certain she can.