Miles shrugs. "I mean, I have human friends who are only a couple inches taller than you. And every time I see stuff about dwarves, they're like...three foot six or something." Then a scornful look passes across his face - though not for Kit. "Anyone who says you're not a 'real' dwarf just 'cause of where you were born or..." This is clearly a concept that annoys him. "I mean. Yeah. Where I'm from people like to say that other people aren't 'real' citizens just 'cause of what they look like or where their parents are from."

He can't even touch the caste thing yet, and it seems like that's a sore subject for Kit anyway. "Yeah," he says with a smile, grateful of the subject change. "Will they let your little, uh, 'salroka' in?"