Corliss smirks. "No worries, love. Thought I'd jump clean through me skin, noise like that. Can't even hear right, Mike's always been sensitive to loud stuff." He squints and taps at the side of his head again.
<It's called titinus, Cor, and smacking the side of me gob ain't gonna do much good,> says Mike irritably.
Corliss withdraws his hand and continues without missing a beat, "As for Myitt, when and if she gets back here, I believe I will drag her away before she can get into any more trouble. The base..." He stops and shakes his head. "It's not the best time to be playing superhero or vigilante or whatever the bleeding Christ she's doing out there. Although...if she manages to bring your sister back here, that's a plus, innit?"
He looks over at Elayne. "Hello, then!" he says brightly. "We were wondering where you'd gone off to, Mike and I. Hoped you hadn't fallen into that grave." Corliss' gaze trails over to the table where Trey is dozing. "Poor little bloke. Heard about 'is dad. Now what's a kid doing in a place like this, parentless? He's human, yeah?"