[ His own pupils have gone wide, and Spock finds himself clenching his hand at his side, an unforgivable show of emotion. He forces himself to loosen his grip and takes a few steps further into the room.
None of the humans react.
He prowls around the room, examining the equipment, the sturdy structures bolted to the walls and floor, the oddly sterile cleanliness of the room. As he crouches by one of the vats, his nostrils flare. Old blood has dried down the side of the container, rusty and dark. ]
This is not a recent installation. The nest is far more deeply entrenched than I was told. [ He looks over to "Roger". ] Leave.
no subject
[ His own pupils have gone wide, and Spock finds himself clenching his hand at his side, an unforgivable show of emotion. He forces himself to loosen his grip and takes a few steps further into the room.
None of the humans react.
He prowls around the room, examining the equipment, the sturdy structures bolted to the walls and floor, the oddly sterile cleanliness of the room. As he crouches by one of the vats, his nostrils flare. Old blood has dried down the side of the container, rusty and dark. ]
This is not a recent installation. The nest is far more deeply entrenched than I was told. [ He looks over to "Roger". ] Leave.