If Pepper thinks it's unnerving to see, it's unnerving Miles even more. He shouldn't be able to do this this easily. He shouldn't be able to do it at all. But he's the nanites now. He's the host. And they're swarming around him like flies. He's both himself and the nanites; his consciousness is in both, and he knows it's going to give him the worst fucking headache in existence when this is over.

"This hurts like shit," he says through gritted teeth. At least he's himself, still. For however long that lasts.