Spock glanced over at the human female, quirking an inquisitive brow as he did so. Fascinating. She had a gift for stating what his human half had mentally pointed out to his Vulcan half. Most unfortunately, he had quite a few of these little conversations in his mind between his racial counterparts.
"I had considered attempting a search of such junkyards. However, like the rest of this city, it does not adhere to a single location. I have had difficulty getting a proper transporter lock on the spot."
And he had yet to try actually walking there. He wanted to exhaust his options before resorting to scavenging.