Rea blinked, confused. "You?" she said, mystified. "But you're so...so...clumsy. How do you expect to be an effective leader, if you can't even call a meeting in an orderly fashion?" She was still aggravated by his method of waking her, and was not really in the mood to hear him declare himself Captain. "You, my green-skinned would-be-Captain, have all the subtlety of a cannon," she said, rubbing her temples. "You'll just throw us at the enemy over and over until we all drop dead or run into something we can't handle. I'm not sure tactics and planning are your strongest suits, so how do you propose you'll make a good Captain?"