"I... do not know," Spock replied slowly, the slight crease still present in his brow as he glanced back over the message his mother had posted. "Her statements do not seem very... logical."
Not wanting to lose what composure he did still have (which really was quite a bit when compared to most Human children but not nearly enough when compared to Vulcans), Spock exited out of the message and lowered the PDA to his side. "I will allow her some time to acquaint herself with the situation before attempting to contact her," he decided. It was obvious, as illogical as it was, that he wasn't quite ready to know if something was wrong with his mother or not.
Looking around the room again, his gaze next fell to the door. "Perhaps we should see what else there is?" he suggested as means of changing the conversation, looking back to Nyota to see what she thought of the idea. One thing was certain - he didn't want to venture out alone if he didn't have to.