He grimaced a little; he wasn't really sure he would know what was needed. He had the feeling that the Sufferists were more or less hoping to just be able to wheel him out and have him do what they said, which didn't sit well with him at all, but at the same time...

"No, look," he said uncomfortably, not meeting her eyes, "I'm not a great leader, I'm just – not cut out for this shit. Whoever tried to cut me out for this shit used those idiot bendy scissors for wigglers and mangled the handle in their huge incompetent pork fists halfway through, alright – I tried the whole leader thing and I just fucked a bunch of people over." He looked at the floor. "I just don't want you to get your fucking hopes up with this, is all."