Iseltov had heavily sighed for the first time to his daughter, workers, and everyone present. He was also disgruntled at the fact at being called "Mr. Iseltov", he had always preferred Dire, even though it was an Ozian title. No way would he be able to remake this Battleship, he was too old for this job and and inner feeling just kept him from doing it. He turned, looking at his daugther, her gleaming purple eyes looking back at him and then she nodded respectively to him.
He slowly responded to him in Xyraeli, "Perhaps, my Daughter, Sevda could lead this project. For I am old and not ambitious, you need new minds, new thoughts in order to produce modern things. I can not help you but, I believe it is time that Sevda head this project. What do you think?"