Spock only suffers a slight stumble from the impact, and his attention immediately leaves the specimens in front of him in favor of investigating the cause of the collision, though the sudden light in his face makes him squint a bit at his new acquaintance.

It takes him a few moments to process it all, the woman, the dog, the glowing light coming from her hand, and then the woman’s casual words at the incident. He nods curtly when he makes sense of things, a woman named hawk, a dog named kitty, and a missing stick, before turning to face them properly.

He finds himself excessively curious as to why she is named after a bird and her dog is named after a cat but refrains from asking the matter when he recalls a stick having rolled his way earlier.

“Short with three prongs, perhaps?”

He glances behind his right boot at the aforementioned stick.