[ All appears accounted for, certainly. It is something Spock notes, as much as he might have in the intervening moments between their release from the building's confines and their mutual greetings. That is, Spock thinks, minus some troubling exceptions.
It is not for the sake of appearances entirely that Spock withdraws. No, it is also for the feeling that rouses in the dark of his chest. It itches in the way one's hands might in the absence of implements, scrapes along the boundary of what should be said and needs to be. For all that Spock ignores it, it persists. It remains, though all else about his system seems to be the same.
It is not difficult to pinpoint what agitates it. No, it is quite notable as soon as Jim begins to seek further clarification. ]
We were held for approximately seventeen point three Standard minutes, [ he confirms, his gaze dragging back to the group. ] At this time, I too cannot recall any details about its interior nor might I recount any such information regarding who may or may not have been inside.
[ He pauses, one index finger stroking along the curve of his own forearm. It is a restless gesture upon Spock, though hardly notable upon another. His dark eyes move to focus again upon the spaces between them. His words come softer, contemplative. ] All else was to be expected.
[Gwen accepts the mask to see exactly what Peter's talking about, but she's honestly not too surprised. It would be too easy, if any of their tech could crack through the Council's security. She knew it was a long shot, to smuggle his tech inside. She just hoped they wouldn't be this empty handed.]
At least we tried. [It was a little more information than they had, going in? Right?]
Only thing I remember is-- their demands. What I have to do to fulfill my sentencing. [Deepen Connections? Her mind is still reeling about that.]
(peter is used to working with a team, albeit less than working alone. this is actually not unlike going through plans with tony, or happy - and it means that all of them have different skills which leads to different points of view. once the mask is back in his possession, he will pass it to spock.)
... Is it bad? What was it? Mr. Spock, you got one too, right?
Worth a shot. [ Jim sighs and lets his hands rest on his hips, contemplating the state of things. Gwen mentioned the sentencing, looking - well, maybe Jim's projecting, because he's perturbed by it. What I have to do did not conjure images of picking up trash vis-à-vis community service. Jim's gaze cuts from Gwen to Peter, and finally to Spock - suspiciously silent. ] What'd they sentence you to?
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It is not for the sake of appearances entirely that Spock withdraws. No, it is also for the feeling that rouses in the dark of his chest. It itches in the way one's hands might in the absence of implements, scrapes along the boundary of what should be said and needs to be. For all that Spock ignores it, it persists. It remains, though all else about his system seems to be the same.
It is not difficult to pinpoint what agitates it. No, it is quite notable as soon as Jim begins to seek further clarification. ]
We were held for approximately seventeen point three Standard minutes, [ he confirms, his gaze dragging back to the group. ] At this time, I too cannot recall any details about its interior nor might I recount any such information regarding who may or may not have been inside.
[ He pauses, one index finger stroking along the curve of his own forearm. It is a restless gesture upon Spock, though hardly notable upon another. His dark eyes move to focus again upon the spaces between them. His words come softer, contemplative. ] All else was to be expected.
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At least we tried. [It was a little more information than they had, going in? Right?]
Only thing I remember is-- their demands. What I have to do to fulfill my sentencing. [Deepen Connections? Her mind is still reeling about that.]
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... Is it bad? What was it? Mr. Spock, you got one too, right?
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