"Share, certainly." A faint shrug. "But there's not much to tell. We're being held by the local guerillas. Fighting against Cetaganda for their very lives. Presumably we're in General Vorkosigan's camp. I caught a pair of the guards discussing him in Greek earlier today."

Actually he'd overheard no such thing, but after seeing his grandmother and great-aunt here, there's really nowhere else they could possibly be. His grandfaher must certainly be here as well.