The man was almost another Miles-san—same height, same looks—except twice as wide, and with no gray in his hair.  He wore a sharply-cut suit in black on black with more black that somehow made his girth look trim.  The woman was even taller than Jin's mother, with bright blond hair swept back in a cool knot, and eyes almost as blue as Consul Vorlynkin's.  Her suit was more flowing, in soft gray, with a silky white top and a glint of gold at her throat and ears.  Her outfit reminded Jin of Miles-san's shirt, simple yet somehow extra . . . extra-looking.  Her smile down at him made him feel warm all over.

"Jin," said Consul Vorlynkin.  "I was just coming to find you.  I was about to run back to the consulate for a bit, but . . ."  He stared at the new not-Miles.

"Mom and Mina fell asleep," said Jin.

"Ah, good," said Raven-sensei.  "I'll just go check on them, and have a word with Ako, and be right with you all."  He slipped into the recovery room.

The blond lady's eyes glinted merrily at Jin, like sunlight off a lake in summer.  "And who's this, Consul?"

Vorlynkin seemed to pull himself together, though why the arrival of this pair should have scattered his wits Jin was not quite sure, well, except for the short man's surprising looks.  "This is Jin Sato.  He's the son of the woman the Lord Auditor and Dr. Durona have just revived here.  Lord Vorkosigan met him, well, I'll let him tell it when he gets back.  Jin, this is Lord Mark Vorkosigan and his partner, Miss Kareen Koudelka.  From Barrayar."

Miss Koudelka held out a slim hand for Jin to shake, just as if he were a grownup, and the man, after a beat, followed suit.  Jin wondered if partner meant girlfriend or, like, coworker.  The pretty woman seemed like she ought to be a corp executive, the expensive-looking bag slung over her shoulder sized for business gear, not cosmetics.

"Are you Miles-san's brother?" Jin asked.  Like Tetsu and Ken?  Jin stood, he realized, eye-to-eye with the man just as he did with Miles-san, but somehow the extra bulk made Lord Mark seem taller.  And his smile didn't lurk in his eyes the way Miles-san's did.

"Twins, born six years apart," the man said, sounding bored and rehearsed.  "It's a long story."  Clearly, not one he was about to tell Jin.

"You don't look, um . . . exactly alike," said Jin.  Lord Mark also lacked Miles-san's cane, and he seemed to move more fluidly.  Maybe he was the younger brother.

"A distinction I go to some trouble to maintain," said Lord Mark.

Raven-sensei let himself back out of the recovery room.  "I think you should meet Madame Suzuki first, Lord Mark."

"Must we deal with her?  This Ted Fuwa fellow is the sole owner-of-record."