With how the ship's been run, she wouldn't be surprised if her nephew would be a better candidate for captaincy. If he's managed a mercenary fleet and was raised by Aral, surely one ship with a relatively small-sized crew would be more manageable. Instead the poor man is working himself into exhaustion with other tasks.

She frowns up at him before she's casting her gaze around at the foreign sites. Similar yet different in so many ways. Surely he couldn't mean that? "I'm not so sure. It's not the one I remember."