[ Kirk had said that Spock had taken care of the masks, so seeing him looking a bit beaten up isn't a surprise. The green is a surprise though, and she raises an eyebrow at him slightly instead of greeting him any other way before using her nanites to unlock the door.
An orange tomcat is sitting on her bed, bandages wrapped around one of his forelegs. Carolyn breezes right in, grabbing a roll from the top of her dresser (where it sits next to long, curved claws and long, sharp fangs), sitting next to the cat before pulling him into her lap.
Yeah, sorry Spock, she's going to multitask. ]
You can shut the door -- he'll probably try to make a run for it once I get started.
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[ when she approaches, offers an arched bow, the dip of his head is likewise acknowledgement. Spock follows after her with the space of a few polite inches, and at her request, closes the door behind her. he does not make a habit of attending another's quarters, but it's arguable whether or not that shows in the sharp line of his shoulders- or the fact that he remains standing beside her door.
he does not miss the collection of claws and teeth atop her dresser, but it is the cat his attention returns curiously to. ]
[ She doesn't make a habit of attending or inviting, but like she said, she had to take care of her cat. She focuses on Jones at first, not responding to Spock's gaze until she gets the old bandages off his leg, the cat meowing in protest. ]
Someone on the ship has some sort of bird. Jones got too close and the bird's claws got him.
[ Rubbing her cat behind his ears, she shifts to grab some bottles out from under her bed. One is a bottle of rubbing alcohol and the other is a glass bottle that was once filled with booze and is now filled with faintly glowing slug-like creatures. She shakes that in front of the cat, getting his attention so that his attention is there while she swabs some alcohol onto his stitches. ]
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An orange tomcat is sitting on her bed, bandages wrapped around one of his forelegs. Carolyn breezes right in, grabbing a roll from the top of her dresser (where it sits next to long, curved claws and long, sharp fangs), sitting next to the cat before pulling him into her lap.
Yeah, sorry Spock, she's going to multitask. ]
You can shut the door -- he'll probably try to make a run for it once I get started.
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he does not miss the collection of claws and teeth atop her dresser, but it is the cat his attention returns curiously to. ]
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Someone on the ship has some sort of bird. Jones got too close and the bird's claws got him.
[ Rubbing her cat behind his ears, she shifts to grab some bottles out from under her bed. One is a bottle of rubbing alcohol and the other is a glass bottle that was once filled with booze and is now filled with faintly glowing slug-like creatures. She shakes that in front of the cat, getting his attention so that his attention is there while she swabs some alcohol onto his stitches. ]