[ The movement and deeper inhale catches Spock's attention from the desk chair he's been sitting at. He's been up for a couple hours by bow, though he hasn't ... actually gotten up. Dressed in the sleep clothes they shucked aside last night, Spock still looks a little mussed and wholly not prepared for the day (afternoon by now).
He turns the chair to face Jim, his expression softened and hinting at a smile. ]
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He turns the chair to face Jim, his expression softened and hinting at a smile. ]
Good afternoon. I trust you rested well.