I hear hurried footsteps behind us.
"Spockh?" A deep voice calls.
Beside me, Spock carefully composes the dismay from his face before turning.
"Stonn."
The powerfully built young Vulcan comes to an awkward halt on the slick space station flooring. The crease between his eyebrows slowly deepens as he studies Spock's uniform. "You are not joining the colony."
"I serve our people," Spock's tone drops, "in this way." His words are both defensive and a challenge.
Stonn's eyes narrow slightly. "In Surak's peace Spock: we have all lost too much to continue our old rivalries. Your mother…I grieve with thee."