Pike nodded, making note of the ensign's name. He would relay a message to the operator once he had a chance to go through the calculations and determine the length of time it would take for the transporter to be set up. "Thank you, Captain." It was as bitter as death to speak those words when he did not mean them. He stepped further into the room, allowing the young Captain to leave. Two padds were settled onto the transporter controls, and he pulled up the calculations Spock had been working on on one padd, along with the ones he had used to beam over on another padd.