Miles didn't seem to react when Avery whipped around, keeping a steady gaze on him. He wondered why someone so jumpy would sign up for an experiment that had warned of stressful situations, but he didn't think too much on it, sure he would figure it out at some point. It took all sorts; that was how the idiom went, and Miles believed it. In his line of work, he could at times discover all kinds of secrets about people. They were secrets of dead people and thus not worth much, but Miles thought it a perk of his profession just the same.
"I'm Miles Zimlich, one of the newer participants." The newest, if he was correct. It at least gave him something to talk about, and a novelty appeal so others might start conversations with him based on their curiosity. However, he could already tell the nervous man likely wasn't much of a conversationalist, so he wasn't sure how long they would be content to chat with each other. Miles, for the most part, mostly enjoyed being strong and silent, but part of his job had been holding conversations with clients. That, at least, had provided him with hours of practice pretending to be interested in the mundane lives of others.