[Miles makes a small 'hmmm' in his throat, tapping his fingers against the table as he thinks.]

We were... doing something. We were in trouble, at least. I knew that from the start-- my first showed me being in big trouble. [He doesn't want to actually say out loud that he's gotten shot in an echo, so he instead makes the appropriate hand gesture instead, drawing back three fingers, sticking out his index finger and thumb, and jerking it like the motion of a gun that's just had its trigger pulled and given its owner a kick.]

I don't know if it's something we did, or something we had, or something we were. I don't have a lot of context for it.