"That's fine," Spock said. He was rather dressed down, wearing jeans and a t-shirt that were worn but not in the worst possible condition. He hoped she hadn't brought anything too fancy and figured she hadn't. He'd warned her that they'd be watching movies and ordering food.
Together with Uhura, he walked them down to his living room. It was a bare sort of room, well furnished but lacking much of a personal touch. He'd put away the majority of his notebooks, though a lot of walls were lined with full bookshelves. There was a television in the center of the room. "The restroom's that way," Spock pointed, figuring she probably wanted to change right away.