[Bel leans into the gesture, walking lightly besides Miles. The little changes are apparent, how the herm starts walking on the balls of their feet, the casual drift to where a weapon is hidden, just in case.]

It's quite a rare courtesy these days, isn't it? Not like the old savagery. [Donna's smile got a little sharper and then smooths again.] So, I've heard the old lion's shipping out. Are you taking up the voting chair, then?