If Miles knew what was going on inside the other guy's head, he wouldn't blame him. Especially about doctors, or people pretending to be doctors. Or priests. Miles didn't trust a whole lot of people these days, but he knew the I-was-framed look when he saw it.

"Can't tell ya how many times I've said that," Miles said, and leaned against the wall when they'd gone around another corner. His heart thudded dully in his ears, and if it hadn't been bright daylight, he might have allowed a little bit of anxiety to creep in - even if they weren't after him. Getting chased by psychos for a whole night really fucks the fight-or-flight response.

"Okay, I think we're good," he said after a few seconds.