"No doubt. Would it not be strange if we weren't?" He pulls out the chair and sits down before going on to address her question, back straight and forearms resting on the table.

"We are a nomadic people. There is no home, in the way most people would think of it." He remember telling her as much last time. "I do have a ship under my command, however, and a rather large alliance under my leadership." That he gained control of that alliance by deception, and keeps control by the same means, that isn't something they need to talk about.

"I will admit to being somewhat concerned about how they are faring without me present." They are probably doing well enough, all caught up in the endless war with the humans and between rivaling hives. However, he will have his work cut out for him in order to regain his political standing when he comes back.

If he comes back.