Once construction is finished, it may indeed be safe enough for Miles to carefully stand back up (double-checking the rocking chair) and head on over. Prompted by the Professor, he goes "Well, Birchmoor used to be a mining town, until that whole business dried up. Also on account of loads of safety hazards. And young people didn't want to work in mines either, in favor of city life. Haven't been to the place myself yet."

A beat. "Oh, um, I'm not actually... from here. Moved here recently, into my uncle Monty's cottage. Until I can find a steady job again. And income to afford my own place. Or at least repairs to the cottage roof. And food..." At least he has the last bits of a snack from several hours ago and parts of a pint in his belly. Liquid bread, r-right?

Feeling a little useless, he quickly offers "I could ask around for more information. I got to know a few people here."