Nuada arched a brow. Not get along? He was straining not to kill the lot as it was. Only the fact that some did, in fact, have the skills to keep this place going held him in check. That and the idea of being stuck in a ship full of corpses with not a thing to do.

However, the female was correct. They did need to organize. They needed those with the skills to start applying them.

"So call one," he crossed his arms, "Determine a time and place and tell all you meet and have them pass it on as well."

HE wasn't about to lead a rabble of humans. They needed someone with experience in spacecraft.