Alfred wasn't sure this man did understand, but at least he was making an effort not to be a complete and total ass about the whole situation, which he supposed he appreciated. He knew, at any rate, that he didn't really have a choice. Maybe the Ministry wouldn't hunt him down if he stormed out and sailed away, but he couldn't, in good conscious, ask anyone to set sail if there was even the possibility that the Voyager wasn't seaworthy. He was a responsible captain, and one who knew all to well how wrong things could go, given the chance. He wasn't trying to gamble his own life or the lives of his men just because he was frustrated.

"Alright," he agreed, though he was clearly not yet fully resigned to the issue. "Do what you like. But I'd like to be informed if anything — well, if anything permanent needs to happen," he said a bit vaguely. He didn't know exactly what would be included in a cursebreaking foray, but he didn't want to just let the Voyager out of his sight for a month and then realize in April that she no longer had a mast, for instance.