Miles had been trying to go about his day. Really. But after suddenly having a flashback to having been turned into swiss fucking cheese, complete with almost-100%-relived pain, he's got the impression that he's not about to do that anymore. He's wan, and he seems to be a little, well, hazy - as he breathes heavily, the thin dark fog surrounding him disappears and he grits his teeth in pain, stomping his foot once.

Fucking Walrider.

Its 'heart' was in the right place, he guessed, but that was shutting the stable door after the horse had bolted. Just a vision. Nothing more.

He looks up, realizing that he was being addressed. "Oh. Uh...hi Pepper." Play it cool.