[ The ship feels more like a dungeon now than Leonard ever thought'd be possible, with the lights dim and water cold. He's still huddling into himself from the chill when he exits the communal washroom, hair damp and uniform re-donned (he's kicking himself for not wearing his thermals today).
He turns, heading straight for his barracks when he comes across into someone in the corridor. Someone he doesn't immediately recognize, thanks in part the horrible mood lighting, but is able to once he gets close enough to notice the pointed shape of the other's ears.
You gotta be kidding me. ]
Spock, what the hell are you doing? [ And what is that scanner in your hand? He's never seen anything like that aboard this ship or the Enterprise, at least not the one that he remembers He stomps up, the chill in his bones forgotten for the moment as he waits for the man that he hopes is Spock — is it just the lighting or does he look a little older? — to turn and face him fully, scowl already set across his lips. ]
exploring.
He turns, heading straight for his barracks when he comes across into someone in the corridor. Someone he doesn't immediately recognize, thanks in part the horrible mood lighting, but is able to once he gets close enough to notice the pointed shape of the other's ears.
You gotta be kidding me. ]
Spock, what the hell are you doing? [ And what is that scanner in your hand? He's never seen anything like that aboard this ship or the Enterprise, at least not the one that he remembers He stomps up, the chill in his bones forgotten for the moment as he waits for the man that he hopes is Spock — is it just the lighting or does he look a little older? — to turn and face him fully, scowl already set across his lips. ]