Alfred nodded mutely. This was another statement that didn't quite match his expectations of how an interaction between he and Zelda should be going, based on everything that had happened in the past year, but he suddenly didn't have the energy to dwell on that. Faced with the prospect of losing his ship, his interpersonal relationships were momentarily taking a backseat. Maybe hours later, when he was home and replaying this entire interaction in his head, he'd ask himself why? Why would it mean anything at all? but for the moment, he didn't question it.

"When do you think you'll know?" he asked, surveying the ship. She didn't look doomed. It was hard to believe that things were really as bad as they were.