[There's a spark of something there that heartens her, despite the tenor of their conversation. Maketh nods, sipping her coffee.] Yes. I can organize soldiers, but it's become clear to me that this...whatever we make of this place, it will never be an army. Not as I understood it. Do you...know how to organize people?

[It's asked hesitantly. Maketh understands how the Empire would have done things, but her knowledge is incomplete. She's afraid to make worse mistakes.]