[For all that Spock is half-human, he's so alien. Sometimes Len forgets; most of the aliens that are part of Starfleet have been immersed in the world of humanity for long enough to appreciate rhetorical statements and recognize the sort of empty threats that humans like to employ when talking about past wrongdoings, but Spock is forever oblivious. Instead of trying to explain, or telling him that if he ever tries to tell Lenore's ex-wife that she's unschooled, Len'll be the one surgically reattaching his dick after Joce cuts it off for him, she just snorts again and shakes her head.] Sure thing, buddy. I'll do that.
[There's a headache brewing at her temples, and the alcohol doesn't seem to be helping much. Sighing quietly, she rubs at her forehead and idly fantasizes about stabbing herself with a few hypos so she can fall asleep. But she doesn't like relying on drugs to cope with her problems — any mention of her fondness for alcohol will be met with a blank stare; that's completely different, thank you — so she shelves those thoughts and turns back to the matter at hand.]
I'm not tolerant, I'm just a sucker for big blue eyes, it seems. What's your excuse?
[Spock is looking green. On anyone else, that would be a worrying sign of nausea, but she's not sure what it means for Spock. He's so reticent about his physiology, not wanting her to know more than she absolutely has to in order to treat him, that she doesn't know very much about him at all. Jabilo seems to have that market cornered, and so she's left looking at the green flush that stains Spock's high cheekbones and the tips of his ears and wondering.
She laughs.] No, Spock, it's not because they've got small dicks. Although, steroids do tend to shrink genitalia. It's just...irony, I suppose. We just like to be contrary, surely you can attest to that.
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[There's a headache brewing at her temples, and the alcohol doesn't seem to be helping much. Sighing quietly, she rubs at her forehead and idly fantasizes about stabbing herself with a few hypos so she can fall asleep. But she doesn't like relying on drugs to cope with her problems — any mention of her fondness for alcohol will be met with a blank stare; that's completely different, thank you — so she shelves those thoughts and turns back to the matter at hand.]
I'm not tolerant, I'm just a sucker for big blue eyes, it seems. What's your excuse?
[Spock is looking green. On anyone else, that would be a worrying sign of nausea, but she's not sure what it means for Spock. He's so reticent about his physiology, not wanting her to know more than she absolutely has to in order to treat him, that she doesn't know very much about him at all. Jabilo seems to have that market cornered, and so she's left looking at the green flush that stains Spock's high cheekbones and the tips of his ears and wondering.
She laughs.] No, Spock, it's not because they've got small dicks. Although, steroids do tend to shrink genitalia. It's just...irony, I suppose. We just like to be contrary, surely you can attest to that.