"Gracen?" Jim wasn't sure he could handle that. Spock was Spock. Except in his head, where there was girl-Spock and beardy-Spock and my-Spock and Spock-junior. "I don't know about that. She's pretty formal, in a sense. But she's also..." He searched for the words. "More comfortable with herself. Less conflicted." He shrugged. "I could be misreading entirely, of course."