He supposed they were quite a sight, two young dripping in red and green blood and water, armed or otherwise surrounded by the evidence of a fight.

Once he was on his feet again, he took the offered hand in a firm, but brief grasp. Too fatigued to be bothered by the otherwise intimate touch. "Spock." While the patronymic was unnecessary because he doubted Kirk could pronounce, he also didn't trust him nearly enough to give it. He had not left Vulcan on the most best terms, and his name might be worth something, to certain people.