"I think we're kind of of the same mind there."

"Yeah," Kit answers, chuckling, "I'm getting that impression."

He watches in clear amusement as the bibiru lifts itself up onto its hindquarters, perking up its rabbit-like ears and wiggling its nose in the general direction of Miles' face. At that question, however, Kit lifts his shoulders in a shrug before taking another quick puff off the cigarette. "No idea," he admits, and at least has the decency to look a little sheepish about it. "I've been calling him 'salroka,' but that's what I call just about everyone. Means 'friend' in dwarven."