He gives her a small shrug. God, he hates how small she sounds. He hates how small she makes herself sound.

Well. "You're hardly alone," he says. "As I said. I might be an enemy to Barrayar now, but I am not a personal enemy to you. I'm here to talk to." He saw that tiny twitch at the corner of her mouth, and so he goes on, "And to roll you around in a wheelbarrow once your chubby legs give out."