[ Oh. Well that's new. Wash does falter, there, for once in this entire conversation, a flicker in his eyes as he takes in the new information, files it away. he'd press about why it doesn't work and in what way, but, later. Focus.

He needs to focus on this, for Miles' sake -- and to distract himself. God, he should have been there. ]

So that's your plan now, is it? Walk right up to them, wave hello, I'm the time-travelling Vorkosigan, yes, take me instead.