"Neither do I," came the soft response from the boy beside her. She was right. It was rather pointless to make such a comment but he couldn't seem to help it. What else was one supposed to say when they found themselves in a situation like this one? His lessons had covered a great many things but never something like this.
Fingertips danced lightly across the pane of glass, barely touching the surface as though he expected to find a forcefield of some sort in place. When nothing zapped him, when no one began demanding that they step away from the window, Spock placed his entire palm flat against the cool pane. Again, nothing tried to stop him. Slowly, he tore his gaze from the view and back to the girl beside him.
"It reminds me of the images I once viewed of Earth before the final war," he admitted, forgetting for the time being all about his composure and how very Vulcan he was meant to be. Had she asked him now if he were worried, he would have found no other way to respond besides admitting that yes, yes he was. In fact, he wasn't only worried. He was downright scared.
Still. He refused to let this situation be his undoing so, after another quick glance outside to determine that he wasn't seeing things and there really was a city beyond their room that was abuzz with activity yet appeared like something directly out of a museum display, he forced his mind back on the logical track it was meant to follow. His back straightened once more and the shell-shocked expression he'd let show melted into that same attempt at perfect stoicism from before.
"Perhaps we should attempt to contact someone," he suggested. "Given the fact that we have yet to hear from our abductors, it is possible that we are not the only ones who are here without answers and against our will." He looked to her, uncertainty shining in his brown eyes for a moment as he studied her to gauge her reaction.