[Lenore seems completely unrepentant to be caught out in her skepticism; she just hums and tilts her head to one side.] If anyone'll need placating after that incident, it'd be Jocelyn, not you. [It's not an apology, but it's something close to one, and it's the best he's going to get from her for now.
She lifts her eyebrows at him in a move that should demonstrate her disbelief, but she doesn't call him out on the clear symmetry of Uhura's face, nor the lovely color of her eyes. She's not sure where their relationship stands anymore, and there's needling Spock, and then there's needling Spock, and she doesn't really feel like pushing the boundaries that much tonight.
She's tired, and getting a little tipsy, and Spock is in an uncharacteristically talkative mood. She's surprised to find she kind of wants to encourage him.
Her gaze softens when he confesses what she already knows: that he has precious few friends. Instead of contradicting him as she might normally — "I thought Vulcans didn't have friends," — she just sighs and lifts her glass in a facsimile of a toast, holding it out to him like he'd clink glasses with her. Does he even know about the human tradition of toasting? She hasn't ever thought about it.] I know how that feels.
[Smiling a little at him, she leans her chin on her palm and lets her eyes droop in a lazy blink.] Will you tell me about her? She must have been quite a lady.
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She lifts her eyebrows at him in a move that should demonstrate her disbelief, but she doesn't call him out on the clear symmetry of Uhura's face, nor the lovely color of her eyes. She's not sure where their relationship stands anymore, and there's needling Spock, and then there's needling Spock, and she doesn't really feel like pushing the boundaries that much tonight.
She's tired, and getting a little tipsy, and Spock is in an uncharacteristically talkative mood. She's surprised to find she kind of wants to encourage him.
Her gaze softens when he confesses what she already knows: that he has precious few friends. Instead of contradicting him as she might normally — "I thought Vulcans didn't have friends," — she just sighs and lifts her glass in a facsimile of a toast, holding it out to him like he'd clink glasses with her. Does he even know about the human tradition of toasting? She hasn't ever thought about it.] I know how that feels.
[Smiling a little at him, she leans her chin on her palm and lets her eyes droop in a lazy blink.] Will you tell me about her? She must have been quite a lady.