[ the words are familiar, not for any claim to a native language, but instead because Spock, as all Vulcans, forgets nothing. books, his memory reminds him- and with it comes the ghost of his mother's voice, and his own, nights when she had read with him as a child. when Spock had been conflicted over his appreciation and wonder measured to the expectation he felt along every fiber of his being.

but that is for another time. perhaps another day entirely. ]

The Tranquility's quarters have no windows to speak of. However, the shuttle bay will offer you a view of this. Should you so desire, I would averse neither to accompanying you or providing direction.