[ Byerly's too miserable to even manage some mockery about people murmuring his name as they come out of slumber, last person was a lot comelier than you, et cetera, et cetera. Instead he just sniffs and withdraws his hands so he can rub at his mouth. ]

If anyone asks, you called me a bastard and implied I was secretly a Betan hermaphrodite, so I punched you and then kicked you while you were unconscious. Hence - [ Byerly gestures to Miles' wounded state. ] It'll probably do wonders for my reputation, truth be told.