He leans, letting his voice be more of a murmur, knowing that carries less well and is still equally pointless when technology and technique mean anyone wanting to listen can simply hear. Even when none of them had their powers, such as they were. It wasn't two way. The sheer artificiality of it was another bother, but he couldn't blame that one on the inspector whatevers.

People were dangerous enough when they simply existed. Taking things down to be less dangerous... for them, and maybe for collateral damage? Sure. Fine.

Frustrating, but not what's on his mind.

"I'd think so, but I admit I don't know what causes the difference. Amount of energy? Biggest ripples thrown through the void? That other Captain, what were her missions like? Did she have a big crew? Is it numbers, a numbers thing? 'Cause Chaos was in several other worlds first, right?"

The Voidtrecker was all over the place too, even after. But what, if anything, was the link?

"I just want access to whatever system numbers are supposed to be in the Ministry." He frowns, because no, that doesn't resolve their own numbers — but at this point, it would give him something to compare against. Or any of them? He can't say he even knows, were the Ministry's records that comprehensive?