[ Bless Byerly for being damn smart about this. Miles brightens visibly, and not just because of the wine. ]

Hmm, I could think of a few things. But I hear there's someone else who's a real expert. Knows his stuff. Ratchet, I think.

[ Talk to the doctor, basically; see if he can figure something out. As for the current state of affairs, well. He sobers a bit. ]

Sick all around. I've never seen so much vomit in my life.