Nyota didn't like this. She didn't like this one bit. There was a voice in the back of her head swirling with questions. They had been relocated. That much was clear. But where to? When to? Was it possible that they had been dropped from their respective places into the place seemingly by random chance? That didn't make any sense. Why? For what purpose? Shaking out her head, Nyota sighed as she looked over at Spock.
For a moment, he had seemed almost normal. He had looked stunned, sounded surprised, almost scared. But now that stone-faced expression was back, and Nyota almost -- almost -- wanted to scream at him to stop it. There was no point in trying to pretend like he wasn't scared when she knew that she was. There was no way that he couldn't be with something like this.
But instead, she just bit her tongue and nodded dully to his suggestion, her gaze flickering between him and the window for a moment until her voice returned to her, "But how?"
It wasn't like she saw a comm screen anywhere in this room.