Despite the fact he was still...pleased, from earlier, and Nyota was with him, something still settled at the back of his mind. Not precisely anxiety, that was illogical...but Jim was always so unpredictable. Anything was likely to happen once they met again. His usual approach to foretelling events was useless here.

Spock stepped in front of the doors, let his eyes briefly move over the name tag beside the door before he reached out to press the buzzer. In his other hand, he held Nyota's, fingers interlaced with hers.