(other) Miguel and Katherine
Miguel nodded as Katherine provided the names of the people he'd probably need to thank at some point. He lifted the beer to take a drink, and when she mentioned the boys, he considered asking how Richie was. He'd gotten clothes for the kid when he'd been asked because he remembered what it was like to have healing cuts and other wounds rubbing against cloth, and he liked the kid's smart mouth (and mind).
But then she mentioned her dad, and even pointed him out, and Miguel couldn't help but glance in that direction. And then he froze. Just for a moment; the buzz from his watch snapped him out of it, Lyla doing her best to get him to stop staring at Loki. He hadn't been able to see the Norse god when he'd been attacked, but he knew what he looked like now.
He'd been terrified plenty of times since arriving on the other station and had long since gotten rid of the instinct that made him leap away from things, so he did not get up on suddenly-shaking legs and force himself to leave the party. Not yet, at least. He set the beer down on the table and covered his eyes with an unsteady hand. "I, I should... I should go," he said, "I still don't feel great, I'm going to go."