Spock resisted an urge to pull her close. The dreams were a tangled sort of thing and he felt an unrest in Uhura that he suspected where the fault of what she saw at night. His own hands fell to his sides and the oddest feeling of deja vu passed over him.
At her question, he raised a brow. "No. What is it?" He suspected it might have to do with Starfleet. Spock had found his own dreams seemed to come at a more relaxed pace than the others. He was often behind. This bothered him, but only in a vague way. Not having every bit of information possible was frustrating to him.