His eyebrows rise immediately, startled that they'd make a demand of him. He's accustomed to the Wizard trusting him, more or less. The idea of proving himself hadn't even occurred to him, and he takes a long pause, trying to decide what to say.

"You..." he starts after a few moments, pausing to consider his words again. "The moon, that one," he points upwards, "it gets destroyed soon. The people here will blame you for it. Ah, but I don't know if you are the one who did it or not. We haven't talked about it." He trails off again, brow furrowing as he tries to find something more concrete then that.

"I-I've been on your ship. The one that answers questions. I know you are a, a Tac-tactical, something. Tactical, unit? And he belongs to a Query group." He looks briefly lost, searching their face for confirmation. "Is that right?"