[ there's the slightest moment of surprise that registers on Hotspur's face as Kirk declares himself a captain - he looked so damn young that for a moment Hotspur almost forgets himself. But he masterfully reigns in his surprise and gives the younger man a deferential nod. ]

Please, call me Hotspur. Sir.

[ The question gives him pause for thought as he casts a guarded glance at his surroundings - currently a quiet alcove in the first passenger deck hallway. ] Where I'm from we had an entire exodus fleet but none of the ships were ever individually on a scale with the Tranquillity. Not going to lie, I prefer warships. Frigates and the like. Less of all this - [ he gestures at the epic, empty corridor around him ] - desertedness. I swear, the inside of this ship is just as empty as the space outside it... And it doesn't sit right with me, you know? Give me a busy hanger deck over this any day.