Heads turned and conversations quieted as Uhura walked into the bar.
Admiring looks confirmed the success of her preparation; a stunning woman stood before them. Preparation also included tight shielding as a defense against being touched by strangers. Her falsely casual glance around the room noted the hotel concierge officiously approaching her.
"Honored Guest Uhura! Thank you for accepting our invitation! Please, if you will follow me, the reception awaits you in our more intimate salon. This way, please!"
The little man spun and offered his arm to Uhura who had to suppress a giggling fit at the comic picture they made. The concierge bore a striking resemblance to Hercule Poirot in appearance and stature. His balding head barely reached her shoulder which tickled her. Humor, after months of unending stress, relaxed her so effectively that she unshielded momentarily as they approached the salon door.
Mission accomplished - she'd found Spock.
The concierge gracefully opened the door, bowed and closed it behind her.
"You've been a bad boy, Mr. Spock."