In his distraction, those ever-important mental barriers weakened, and now the shock of being touched, grabbed, not only allowed him to be turned but also for his thoughts to project right on through to his unfortunate captain. There was a small foundation of pain, layered on top with disgust, the echo of traitor in more than one language, and then fear, panic, he'stouchingme--

Spock jerked his wrist back, and looked away.