A full garden wasn't exactly something she'd expected to find when she'd arrived here and the space had quickly become something of a favorite. It reminded her of home, of finding something to contrast the chill that seemed to come with space. That stark beauty that had captured Jane's heart, and in its own way, Darcy's. Not that her level of knowledge about any of it was even close to that of her boss.

After she'd had about enough of the announcement as she could handle, she forced herself to get back up and move around. To try and stay busy so she wouldn't get overwhelmed by the what-ifs that seemed to be cropping up by the dozen in her mind. In her wanderings, though, she hadn't exactly expected to run across anyone. Especially not someone who looked vaguely familiar. With the grace of a wrecking ball, she comes to a sudden stop in front of him, eyes big as genuine excitement settles into her expression.

"You're-- oh holy guacamole on a cat. Are you? You're totally--" And her voice definitely went up in pitch at the end there, possibly getting close to dog levels of hearing. "No, you can't be because --" And she's just gonna cover her mouth for a hot sec as she gasps, stopping any other floods of words for the moment.

Hi. Hello. Hi. She's a fan of you, Spock, can you tell? This is like some weird space Christmas present.