Technically, Nyota didn't have to finish her post-mission reports tonight, but since she wasn't going to sleep anyway she figured she might as well. She never slept well after difficult missions, but if she buried herself in work for a while she'd eventually tire herself out. During the mission she'd had a duty to perform, but now her mind strayed back to the cell where they'd been trapped. They hadn't been there long at all, but the mere memory was enough to make the Enterprise corridors feel uncomfortably small.
She tried to focus on other details of the mission so she could determine if there was something she could have done better. Their capture was her responsibility, and though she knew some things were out of her control, she still wanted to make sure there was nothing she could have done to prevent it.
A part of her wanted to seek out Spock, but she knew he must be busy with reports as well. Now wasn't the time to demand his time even though he'd promised to rearrange his schedule for her. She had held out hopes that he'd want to seek her out after the mission, but she knew he didn't process distressing situations the same way humans did. There was no logical reason to dwell on the dangerous situation now that it had been resolved.