The hospital had been strange, uncomfortable with icy politeness of grudging tolerance. T'Leiarel knew they appreciated her assistance, but they definitely did not like needing it. That she could deal with however, the strange atmosphere when she got back to Sarek's house was bothering her. There was clearly things unsaid, thoughts and opinions, she could feel them in the air. Though both the men had put a lot of effort into making her comfortable and welcome, it was somewhat excessive, though well intentioned.
T'Leiarel was glad that when they got back to the ship Spock had not argued with her wanting some space to herself to contemplate things, he'd even mentioned something about planning to do some research. She had never been good at sitting meditations though, trying to still the mind to silence and calm when she was dealing with turmoil was difficult. It was easier to concentrate on something, to focus to the exclusion of the unwanted thoughts, and so it was in the gym where Kirk found her.
She settled into a stretch and turned to raise her eyebrow at him wondering why he was there, Kirk was still in uniform, so he was probably not there to work out, currently.
"So... I just got an unexpected message from Starfleet, I was wondering if you'd know anything about that?" T'Leiarel frowned, wondering what it might have been about.
"Did my brother cause a diplomatic incident?" She asked, making Kirk frown, if it wasn't that then what was the message about. She couldn't think of what he might have to tell her that wasn't related to her cancelled marriage. She stood, turning the gravity back to normal and focusing on the Captain fully.
"No, this was about you working on board? Didn't you apply to join the crew? Apparently Spock's dad gave you a recommendation, and there's a message from the hospital and some information about the Science Academy... I mean apply might be a bit strong, this was more of a message about permission to take on a consultant and medical assistant position... if we wanted to... I have a feeling perhaps there was supposed to be an enquiry about whether it was a possibility and Spock or his dad were going to talk to you before me, or something?" He was more than a little unsure quite what was going on, it seemed like Spock had been making plans without mentioning it to her, or was that normal for whatever they were to each other now.
"I see... well, I think we might want to see about having a discussion..." T'Leiarel was not happy... it was a good opportunity but she did not want Spock making these kinds of decisions for her. It set a very bad precedent. "I don't suppose you feel like inviting Leonard and Spock to the Captain's dining room for breakfast?" Kirk found himself smiling back in response to her smirk. Spock had clearly done something wrong, and if it meant he was going to be getting a peek into his first officer's private life over sausages and eggs he was not going to complain. Spock was too mysterious by half some of the time, keeping everything hidden away until it exploded, but this time it was not exploding all over HIM.
"Sure, do you want me to tell them you'll be there, or make it a surprise?" He asked, wondering what exactly she had planned.
"I like the way you think Captain. Hmmm..." She thought for a moment. "Brief Leonard, I mean he should know about the messages and apparently trying to hire someone to his medical bay, without asking any of the people actually involved in the matter first... Ask him if he can find me a nurses uniform to borrow." Jim was picturing it now, and he had to say it was not a bad picture, but he had to remind himself she was with Spock... sort of. The sort of was the problem he supposed in a lot of ways. Both of them were trying to work out how to be around each other. Still it wasn't okay to apply to jobs for people behind their backs and while he wasn't going to do anything about it that didn't mean he couldn't appreciate looking... But it did raise another question.
"So, I know you didn't ask to get a position on board, and he's clearly gone about it the wrong way, but I think Spock and his father's intentions were good?" He offered with one of his trademark 'forgive me' smiles, or in this case 'forgive him'. Jim had experience charming his way out of scrapes and wasn't afraid to put it to good use for a friend. "So once you've taught him a lesson, do you think you would want to apply? I mean we have permission to take you on from Starfleet, provisionally, as long as you take some additional training on board. I wouldn't have an issue with it, you seem pretty bright and it's good to see someone keeping Spock on his toes, and the references are great. I don't reckon Bones would have a problem with it, he's always complaining that he's understaffed, since medical training takes longer than most areas and starfleet lost so many good officers a few years back, as I'm sure you're aware."
T'Leirel wasn't entirely sure how to respond. She wanted something like this. It would be good to be somewhere she could actually use most of her skills and would be appreciated, and she did want to get to know Spock better. Then again she didn't want to start things off be rewarding controlling behaviour like this. The crew was very friendly, the ones she had spoken to so far, and that meant a lot. There were many things to consider, that much was certain. It was so very tempting, the promise of a place, and a purpose, and people who she could grow to care about and who might come to care about her, like a family. In the end she said the only thing she could.
"I will think about it. You don't leave orbit until tomorrow evening. Depending on how things go tomorrow I can hopefully have an answer for you then." She shrugged.
"Okay, that seems very... logical?" The captain responded, which she was sure he intended to be a complement, to be honest though her reasons were rooted in emotion. She had just managed to get her feelings about the bond and the consulting at the hospital and her time on New Vulcan under control and now she had a whole new set of thoughts and emotions and decisions to figure out. "Um.. the yoga type thing you do?" She raised an eyebrow.
"It is moving meditation, meant to balance body and mind, to bring your emotions under control, usually it's for children but since most other meditations focus on suppressing emotions and I can't really do that a certain amount of control is good. Was there something in specific you wanted to ask?" She looked him up and down a second before figuring out what he really wanted to ask. "Do you want to learn? It is good for learning bodily control so that you can steady your heart rate when in stressful situations and is relaxing to do before bed. It's one of several techniques I learned around emotional balancing." He seemed interested and embarrassed. "If I stay on board I could teach you some basic progressions and the associated contemplations? If you go get changed we could try some now, after you send the breakfast invites."
It was good being able to concentrate on helping someone, to feel less helpless, and it wasn't like she could do the more complex stuff at the moment anyway with the lingering aches and bruises from the fight she was stuck with the basic and easier motions, might as well make that an advantage.