Jim glanced at Spock. It was worrying him, a little, how despondent Spock seemed, in a smoking hot Vulcan way.

"Spock too," Jim said, following Kirk's train of thought. Or something like it. "Look, either open the door, get down here, or face the consequences. Kirk out."

He switched off the comm, and went to kneel in front of Spock, concern supplanting crazed delight for the first time since the discovery. "You okay, Spock?"