Spock's hand rested lightly on his small coffee cup. The warmth had spread through his fingers. He nodded. "Ive been. It isn't so far that I'm not willing to drive down from time to time. I like it here well enough that I don't want to move. Pretence aside." A pause. "How long do you think it will take for you to transfer back?" He wondered, idly, if he was being intrusive, but got the feeling she'd tell him if that were the case.