He meets Deanna's eyes for a moment, clearly split between several thoughts at once, and nods.  As is often the case, her brightness manages to rub off on him in small measure, and he smiles in return.

"I'd say it's worth investigating," he says.  "At the very least, it is worth bringing it to Tasha for her decision."

At the end of the day, that must be so.  Her decision.  Her choice.

"I feel we are due for many changes such as these in the near future," he murmurs.  Those with his crew he trusts will be for the better, and he must have the same faith in whatever changes Command might call for.