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Spock did not fully support the native Kirk's position but she could find little logical reason to object to it. That she still desired to was...discomfiting.

The door to her temporary quarters parted and Spock entered first. She momentarily relished the absolute placement of everything. The chair in the corner, the desk and it's perfect alignment to the wall--there was a 2.4 degree convex bow to the shape of the bulkhead, but such errors were structural in capacity and thus beyond her ability to correct.

Her eyes fell on the temporary bed that had been allocated them. It was slightly askew of the starboard-aft corner. It had usurped her meditative space.

It was of no consequence, Spock reminded herself, meditation could occur anywhere.

Spock stepped aside, clearing the threshold, and permitted T'Vau entry.

Date: 2010-02-02 06:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] science-blues.livejournal.com
Spock was silent for several seconds. Though she did not overtly object to the use of an alternate designation, this had neither been establish nor...was it accurate. Spock blinked.

She could argue the title, but given the general trend of her conversations with T'Vau, it would likely exacerbate the situation.

"It is a non-issue," Spock replied. It was true, there was no option concerning her willingness. It merely was. "Is there anything further you require?"

Date: 2010-02-02 06:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] t-vau.livejournal.com
"There is not."

The computer responded appropriately to her commands, and she would not be sleeping on a garden bench tonight.

T'Vau was quite content.

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