You were one of the Na'vi, a curious, sweet little thing that was often sneakily following him when he patrolled.

Eventually, he looked up at where you were. "Come on down, sweetheart. I know you're there."

Miles snorted as a young, rather beautiful true Na'vi approached him. Four fingers, unlike the five of his Na'vi avatar.

"You got a name?" He grunted, his gun remaining in his hand.