The reasoning is too complex for him to go into, not right now. There's no point in explaining himself to anyone who comes by after all, it would waste too much time. He lands on his feet not too far from her, arms folded over his chest as his gaze turns back to the ships as well.

"Scoping them out. My crew's going to need one that suits us, however I'm still uncertain on a solid number and we can't make a decision until we know how many we'll have to run the ship. So, for now, I'm doing stat checks and seeing which would be the fastest and most well suited. That way when we're ready to buy one, we won't be here all fucking day trying to decide since we'll already have all the information we need."