Nyota took a step back from the biobed, allowing the people to do their work without any distraction. She knew enough about Vulcan culture to form her own hypothesis about what was happening to him - and none of it was good.
Raising a brow at his look - a look she knew all too well, and it usually meant that she was going to end up with a lecture - she fixed him with a steely gaze of her own, jaw set firm. "I went to tell him about the message from the Bridge." She wasn't entirely sure if he'd been filled in about what had happened, so she added a "from his Spock" for clarity. She hadn't been unsensible about it, keeping the guards with her as Kirk had asked, so he couldn't protest. "And it was a damn good job I was."
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Date: 2009-09-11 05:08 am (UTC)Raising a brow at his look - a look she knew all too well, and it usually meant that she was going to end up with a lecture - she fixed him with a steely gaze of her own, jaw set firm. "I went to tell him about the message from the Bridge." She wasn't entirely sure if he'd been filled in about what had happened, so she added a "from his Spock" for clarity. She hadn't been unsensible about it, keeping the guards with her as Kirk had asked, so he couldn't protest. "And it was a damn good job I was."