The wraith regards her silently, seemingly considering her question. Trust? He trusts that his people will do their best in his absence. He trusts that when he might find his way off this ship and back to his own galaxy, some of his underlings will be pleased with his return. But he also trusts that others of his subordinates, who might have made a reach for power, will not be so willing to give it up.

He lets his hands rest on the table, long, clawed fingers interlaced. "I think I would be honestly disappointed in my underlings if they were too quick to return my command to me. Some degree of resistance would be a good sign of ambition." And that is, in his opinion, something very valuable. A loyal, capable and obedient crew is good, yes, but he does prefer his officers to have a mind of their own.

There's a quiet chuckle before he continues. "Of course, too much would only be a show of foolishness." There's confidence in those words. He will get his command back and to stand in his way would not be wise. There will be conflicts, of that he's sure. Deception and lives lost. But that's just how it goes, that's just politics. It's an arena he's well familiar with.