Spock smirked, instantly recognizing the voice coming from behind him. "Irina..." he laughed turning around bowing his head in greeting.
"Ah, yes, are you here to rescue me from the clutches man-made urban mayhem?" he chuckled.
"But theoretically, one can not be lost unless one knows what it is they are looking for." Spock explained, raising an eyebrow. "You mentioned the tea-house but never gave me a name nor it's precise location. So, I thought I'd wander around San Francisco with the chance of meeting up with you or your brothers. Now, how lucky was I?" he smirked again.
"Afterall, as you so pointedly commented. What better arrangements do I have on my schedule?"