Sonia. Sonia? Miles frowns a bit, trying to connect the name with that half-remembered face. And then he looks past her to the man in Vorbarra livery ...

Ah. The realization hits him like a ton of bricks. Princess Sonia Vorbarra, surely, alive and well in a way that Miles has never seen before. Dear god. He's face to face with - what, his great aunt? That's the fact that makes him stare more than her actual rank, though that's certainly what it looks like. "My lady," he breathes. "I did not realize who you were."