[ miles can hardly complain about bel's arm around him, although it only makes it all the more tempting to just lean against them and doze... but he keeps his back straight even as he leans in a little, determined not to be lulled to sleep. he just wishes his head would stop swimming. it'd make it easier to puzzle out the hallucinations, if they come. ]

They have those on Beta, don't they? I never saw any myself, but I always figured that saying about scorpions in one's boots wasn't entirely figurative.

[ and then the rest of what bel says catches up to him and he looks up at them in utter, almost cartoonish dismay. ]

There are bees on this ship?

[ and in his head, maybe. that'd account for that strange droning in his ears... ]