Spock paused for a moment, allowing her words to seep into his thoughts. One could almost see the neurons building from idea to idea in his mind, creating new bridges, calculating new possibilities, attempting to find a symbiotic relationship between what he knew (and all of his experience up to this point) and what she was offering as a possible solution.
Difficult, but not entirely disconcerting.
"You would get along very well with my mother. She, too, is wise beyond her years."
For a human, he thought to add, but didn't. But it was true. As far as age went, Spock's mother was young. But, seeing as how Vulcans had a life span nearly double to that of humans, it was no wonder that he saw her as such.
"Thank you. For listening."
Spock would have added more. That he appreciated her help, that he was glad that she had decided to approach him, that he felt better about the entire situation in general. But that wasn't his way. His way was simple and direct. His entire disposition followed mathematical thinking. The shortest distance between two points, after all.