[He raises his brow at the first part, but holds off on giving a more thorough and detailed explanation. It's obvious to him how he would have proceeded...but then, he's spent a disproportionate amount of his life fighting, against what many would consider impossible odds.

Gaze still narrowed, he nonetheless nods once, quickly, in response.]

That is a fair request. I won't act against the Atroma again until we've had a ship-wide meeting on the subject; I'd prefer it if we could wait to have this discussion until we reach another system, as I suspect the ships are thoroughly monitored.

[The planets might be, too, for all they know, but it would at least give them the illusion of privacy. And if something urgent comes up between now and then? The ship's weapons aren't the only ones in his arsenal. The last few years have taught him nothing if not how to ride the letter of the law.

The apology has an odd effect: his eyes go flat, as does his tone.] It is to be expected when confronted with something outside one's comfort zone. But you would perhaps do well to examine why being complicit in their schemes is comfortable to you.

[With that he'll leave, phasing back through the wall the way he came.]