Truth be told the ruffling of the hair was a bit much and it took every bit of self control that Spock possessed not to flinch away from the contact. Reminding himself that she had no real understanding of Vulcan culture, at least not in the same capacity that the Amanda Grayson of his time did due to living amongst them, Spock kept his tongue and simply stared up at her with just a touch of humor in his gaze.
"I have been..." He paused, not quite certain how to answer her question. "Confused," he finally continued. "As well as uncertain." His gaze had fallen away from her as he'd struggled with his words, and slid back to meet hers once more when he finished with, "Otherwise, I am well."
There was another brief moment of hesitation before Spock admitted in a slightly softer tone, almost as though he was sharing something with her that he didn't want anyone else to overhear, "It appears I am sharing these rooms with another. A human girl by the name of Nyota."
He didn't come out and admit that the thought of being left alone with a girl his own age, a human girl no less, was somewhat unsettling. He didn't want to seem as though such a thing would bother him since, logically, it shouldn't. However Spock wasn't used to humans aside from his mother, nor was he accustomed to children his own age as most on Vulcan tended to avoid him if possible. So he was a bit uncomfortable even if Nyota had been nothing but nice to him thus far.