There are a staggering variety of adjectives I would use to describe the way this ship is run, but 'professional' and 'efficient' are not among them, no.

[Gregor's eyes are sharp and searching on Bel's face, intense out of a force of habit rather than any sort of urgent need or suspicion. He watches Bel react to him, and eases a little when Bel does, his whole face opening up, blooming into a faint smile.]

You happen to be catching me at an unprecedented point in my life during which I am luxuriating in an overabundance of free time. I would be very glad to spend some of it with you. [He sobers a little again at Bel's next words, looking almost thoughtful.]

I believe we'll all learn to adapt. And build our own structure, when necessary. I understand it must be... constricting, to go from having far more control over a situation to nearly none. I sympathize intensely. But we have each other to lean on for support, if not the rest of the ship. I think we'll be all right. And my door is always open, should you need to discuss anything in particular.