'Not going to go well'? That's one way to put it.

Miles is walking around with his camera - normal, normal, normal, JESUS CHRIST A GUN. He looks at the person holding the gun and blanches, just slightly. Gun and robot arm? Well, this probably isn't good. For anyone.

The nanites prickle under his skin at the surge of adrenaline, and he forces them down. "Uh...hi there."