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His opening remark only elicited a blink from her. She wasn't sure she'd call what'd happened maturation (not to knock Tegan), though if that's how he wanted to spin it, then she wasn't going to argue. Besides, Towhee knew there was more to it. She gave him a look to prompt him to continue when he paused, her expression remaining carefully blank despite the twitches at either corner of her mouth.

She wasn't entertained by his bid for leadership, simply his presentation. Towhee cocked her head and spoke finally, saying, "You don't think I'm a good ambassador?" She paused, clucked her tongue, then winked. She then shook her head slightly. "If it was up to me, I'd give you a shot. I mean, I've talked to you about this before." Granted, it had been a while. Meanwhile, others had rotated in and out. Still, the sentiment remained. And Tegan wasn't wrong.

She might've preferred Phox in the rank instead, though she wasn't actually sure her brother was cut out for leadership. And if he proved her wrong, the three of them could always simply oust Quixote to make room. That thought tickled Towhee inwardly, though she scowled a little as she said aloud, "You are aware it's not entirely up to me though, right?"