He offers a rough chuckle as he takes another sip of his drink, and then sobers a little as he attempts to answer the question. He feels---he's not sure how he feels. Like maybe this is a betrayal of his father's memory and Pike's expectations of him.

Right now, he feels untethered. Like he doesn't belong, and he can't reconcile it. He tilts his glass, watching the amber liquid swish inside and leave a residue in the glass that eventually dissipates.

"The Vice Admiral position at Yorktown."