Very well, Doctor. If you insist. [ He is not one for familiarity, even with people who might not be concerned. Though he cannot see the difference between "madam" and "doctor". ] As it is unlikely that I will wind up with boils that cannot be cured by a healing trance or medication you already possess, I see no reason for concern. Besides, Dr. M'Benga has some knowledge of Vulcans, and what you cannot do, he can.
[ Spock does, actually, possess some measure of esteem for her medical expertise, but he will never say such a thing. At least, not to her face. If anything negative does impact his health, Spock knows the doctor will find a cure.
He is not going to acknowledge her thanks. Not only does he rarely acknowledge thanks, for no thanks are needed in most circumstances, her reaction is ridiculous. Thanking someone for calling them illogical. Spock does not even try to resist rolling his eyes at her.
It is a good thing he does not notice his hair is out of place. It is a distraction he would not care for, especially when the chocolate is so good and the warmth in his blood startling. ]
Indeed, it is fortunate. Were I given to idle speculation and frivolous imaginings, I would venture to say that the ship would fall apart without my guidance.
However, that is improbable. The ship cannot fall apart, Mr. Scott is most adept at keeping her repaired. And the individuals residing on the ship would likewise not fall apart literally. It is operations that would suffer.
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[ Spock does, actually, possess some measure of esteem for her medical expertise, but he will never say such a thing. At least, not to her face. If anything negative does impact his health, Spock knows the doctor will find a cure.
He is not going to acknowledge her thanks. Not only does he rarely acknowledge thanks, for no thanks are needed in most circumstances, her reaction is ridiculous. Thanking someone for calling them illogical. Spock does not even try to resist rolling his eyes at her.
It is a good thing he does not notice his hair is out of place. It is a distraction he would not care for, especially when the chocolate is so good and the warmth in his blood startling. ]
Indeed, it is fortunate. Were I given to idle speculation and frivolous imaginings, I would venture to say that the ship would fall apart without my guidance.
However, that is improbable. The ship cannot fall apart, Mr. Scott is most adept at keeping her repaired. And the individuals residing on the ship would likewise not fall apart literally. It is operations that would suffer.