Capa listens, of course, and listens intently even though his expression fails to register the true depth of his concentration beyond the suggestion of a crease at the middle of his brow. He nods, looping his arms loosely with one another as he nods — once, twice, at various intervals to let Re-l know that he's listening and that he agrees or at least acknowledges the foundation of this theory or that. She was right, there were too many unknowns and Capa has more than learned his lesson when it comes to making decisions when so many of the cards remain pocketed or blind. Granted, there were times when a decision had to be made in either case, but semantics or no, it wasn't a decision, it was a guess and if Capa hated one thing, it was guessing.

"There is an alternative theory," he eventually says. "One that seems to split the difference between the other two." Rubbing his arm absently, Capa glances around to ensure that yes they truly are alone before continuing. "It's possible that the third party is the ship. That's something has happened within its systems and now it's trying to fix itself. Not unlike the way the body self-regulates its own chemistry—" A pause and Capa himself tries to wrap his head around the theory. "—if the ship is in any way sentient. It may be deliberately trying to repopulate itself, given whatever happened before we got here."