He laughs at potentially be a first mate. He'd never stand for it, of course. There's only so much of his current on-the-sidelines behavior that he can let himself put up with.

"Not just us, but people of the other flights." He can send them into battle as cannon fodder. "They're a part of this war, too, after all. Strength in numbers and all that jazz." He holds his hands up as he says that last part and flutters his fingers briefly. Jazz hands. The mean is probably lost on her though.