[That's quite the decisive answer. Adam isn't quite able to stop himself from raising a brow at that response– it's not as if he thinks Dorian's necessarily lying or being overly critical, but... There's bound to be more at play here. Or maybe that's just him really hoping beyond hope that people aren't being dragged here from all these different universes due to a glorified clerical error, or anything like that (though he certainly doesn't need to make excuses for these captains, not when he hardly knows them.)

The change of scenery is a distraction – this hospital corridor is supposed to be part of the living quarters? – but he resists the urge to stop and take it all in, instead insisting on pushing the point. Dorian's given him a taste of information; his curiosity's clearly piqued.]

I'm not looking at a Lord of the Flies situation here, am I? [Ah, right– that particular reference is probably lost on him. Quickly he adds:] Or what I mean is– you're not saying the crew is basically just governing itself, are you? Someone must be giving the orders.

[It's harder than he'd like to admit, imagining a life without direction. Probably why he finds it as unrealistic as he does. Adam's brow furrows.] If not, I... Can't say I'm surprised this battle didn't go as well as it could have.

[Might sound a little judgmental, but given Dorian's comments so far, he's pretty sure the guy's not going to take it to heart.]