"Yeah, well, there aren't many other Belters for me to yell at and Naomi's usually a sweetheart, so."

Yep, just you. Prax would recognize the word but he's tragic so Miller wouldn't even as a joke. Do guys missing a daughter joke? Not unless their names are Jules-Pierre Mao. Miller's fist tightens just thinking of that smug sabakawala's face.

"So you knew the second this place grinded to a halt that space junk was clogging up the centrifugal motion of the rings?" He lifts an eyebrow, then shakes his head. "Inyalowda." Typical, fucking typical.