[ He manages a stumbling trot to the car, only collapsing once he's in the seat. Pale and sweating, but still conscious. Canaba objects to his text subject fleeing on him, but .. well, he'd rather not deal with Illyan either.
Miles lets out a sigh of relief as the groundcar pulls away. ]
no subject
Miles lets out a sigh of relief as the groundcar pulls away. ]
... I told you. I'm saving Naismith.