The moment I am placed in command of MY Normandy SR-2, The ship will only operate HOW I WANT it to operate and the crew will behave HOW I WANT them to behave and respect WHO I TELL them to respect and if they don't like it, I will have NO hesitation in getting the apparently now-mobile Joker to "space" them, Or, If there's no airlock, Load them into one of the weapons chambers and shoot them into space.
If This so-called Invisible Man, If he can so be called, Doesn't like it, Or objects in any way, He's free to TRY and take the ship from me, But we all know what will come of that:
1) A slap across the face, A kick to the groin and a bullet through the eye socket.
2) I will take MY ship and whomever wishes to join me, Fly straight for my retirement home - The same home I won from that hack of an admiral on Pinnacle Station, and live out my life in luxury, Skulling Margheritas from a jug, Smoking plenty of the galaxy's finest cigars and laying out under the sun, While the rest of humanity either gets "collected" or exterminated by the reapers.
I am Shepherd and I will ONLY fight for the lost, Under MY conditions, In MY way...NO OTHER HUMAN OR ALIEN CAN TELL ME HOW TO SAVE THE GALAXY, DAMNIT!