He doesn't flinch, but only because he's not the sort of person that has many tells. His frown deepens, though, as he settles into his place more firmly. He's always been able to reason with him before, in his way.

"I had been hoping to speak with you," he says, the simplest way to express it and the phrase he'd been keeping in mind for the last hour or so. "There is...much I don't understand about the way things are now. And I fear that the others on this ship have run out of answers for me."