( Carefully, he places the knife down, and scoops the onion into the waiting pan. )
We were sent to a town that was dead.
( And he'll just walk Spock through what happened, summarizing the events of the mission in broad strokes with almost clinical detachment. Facts only, because he hasn't the energy to wade into how he feels about it-- establishing themselves, learning about the lack of food and their subsequent course-correction into finding nourishment, the moment the illusion was stripped away as Ford fled, the bandit attack and his own injury, and their return to the station.
By the time he wraps up, the onions have gained a little color and gloss on the stove, and he's tossing in a few more vegetables to cook with them, glancing across at Spock. )
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We were sent to a town that was dead.
( And he'll just walk Spock through what happened, summarizing the events of the mission in broad strokes with almost clinical detachment. Facts only, because he hasn't the energy to wade into how he feels about it-- establishing themselves, learning about the lack of food and their subsequent course-correction into finding nourishment, the moment the illusion was stripped away as Ford fled, the bandit attack and his own injury, and their return to the station.
By the time he wraps up, the onions have gained a little color and gloss on the stove, and he's tossing in a few more vegetables to cook with them, glancing across at Spock. )
So yeah. It's nice to eat a decent meal again.