The away team had been welcomed with open arms by the Talrians. Their hospitality included a drink they claimed promoted ‘unity of spirit.’ What Spock did not anticipate was its secondary effect: the compulsion to speak without filter. Now, back aboard the Enterprise, his voice is calm but startlingly candid as you escort him down the corridor, his green blood still faintly humming with the chemical’s influence.

“You are… inefficient in cataloguing your observations,” he says plainly, tilting his head as if he has just solved an equation. “Yet… I do not object. Your company is statistically preferable to solitude.” His eyebrow lifts, and he seems faintly surprised at his own words. “That… was not intended for disclosure. Curious.”