Uhura could tell that Spock felt awkward, but she didn't mind. She was used to people being intimidated by her. Maybe she even liked that feeling of superiority a little bit, but she would never admit it. She was supposed to be working on it not encouraging it.
"How far north?" Uhura asked. "I'm from Northern California myself. I grew up in Oakland then made my way down here for work." She shrugged. "I'm not sure there's such a thing as a proper Californian. The state is so large it's impossible to categorize people simply by living here," she reassured him.
The next question Uhura had to tread lightly with. She didn't exactly want to spill her entire sordid past to a complete stranger, but it was a hard topic to tip toe around since the whole reason why she was in Orange County was because of her job and because she had failed at it. "Orange County? I don't know. Don't you think it's kind of pretentious here? People are so spoiled here. They don't know how great they have it. There's virtually zero crime in this area. It's like living in a bubble."