Miller laughs. "We're still scraping the guano and barnacles off of our second-hand offshore plant. So ... not right now, unless you're offering any steep discounts."

He tenses instinctively when she clasps his wrist, ready to counter whatever CQC maneuver she might be trying to pull. When nothing comes of this, he relaxes and belatedly returns the gesture.

"A pleasure, Hunter Aran."