Penn honestly had no idea what to say when he was put on the spot by Iowa. Sure, he ranked individually well, and that meant individually, not as a team. He never was good at organizing people, they were, in ways, far more volatile then anything he would ever handle, and not in a predictable or safe manner. So he kind of had no ability to say anything, nothing that would have been useful in the slightest to the planning phase at all. Of course, the praise was far too kind, he was just good at making things explode, that was all. "Far too kind South, that rankings board doesn't mean a damn thing. I can make things explode, and that's rightly about it. I just apparently made pretty enough fireworks to entertain the monkey's in command."

Penn was quick to back South and her suggestion on letting Cal have his go at doing his job, being a tactician and strategist. It let him focus on what he did best, rather than having to play at being some glorious leader. That, and while he wasn't aware, his thoughts were somewhat inline with South's. Cal had gotten screwed over in the tests, so he deserved a real chance at leadership. And not get shoved out because of some number on a board. "Seconded, Cal, you have the floor now. Good thinking on your part South, I would certainly think.