Why do I keep on having these bright ideas? Miles wondered as he crawled through the service tunnel. It gave him uncomfortable flashbacks to the time he'd crawled through the ducting on Aslund station. Though at least this time he didn't have Gregor to worry about. No, just lizard things, and the Doctor. Now there was an unknown quantity. Sharp, yes, and knew too much about the wrong things, but... You are supposed to be a good judge of character, Miles, he thought to himself. It's a bit late to be second-guessing now.

Miles sat up straighter in the chair and checked the settings again. The earbud in his ear had warmed to body-temperature, but it was still a hard lump. Part of him was gibbering Aliens! You're going to be talking to aliens! while another part of him was just getting impatient, waiting for the Doctor to return.