Nyota glanced over as the other Kirk entered the room, eyes briefly averting from Spock to watch their exchange for a moment. She quickly looked away again, unable to help the feeling that she was intruding on something she had no part in. Instead she continued her silent watch, fingers fisting in the hem of her skirt to stop herself from reaching out and comforting - though who she had no clue.
"He's strong." She murmured, sensitive ears picking up their comments easily. "He's had to be." She could remember with perfect clarity what this +ike had told her, what her mind had filled in. She wasn't sure if Pikes strength was a comfort or not. All she could do was wait and see and hope they had someone sane to pass back. Despite her outward projection of calm, the suspense was killing her.
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Date: 2009-09-12 03:17 pm (UTC)"He's strong." She murmured, sensitive ears picking up their comments easily. "He's had to be." She could remember with perfect clarity what this +ike had told her, what her mind had filled in. She wasn't sure if Pikes strength was a comfort or not. All she could do was wait and see and hope they had someone sane to pass back. Despite her outward projection of calm, the suspense was killing her.