Instead, he had been getting them better rations. “Look!” The ambassador eagerly showed the Vulcan a tray with two covered cups of liquid, two napkins, and three squares of the hardtack-like protein concoction they’d previously received. “I talked the assistant—Idran was her name—into giving us an extra ration. I thought we might share it.” The glee in his eyes shone brightly at his own achievement. Taking one of the small napkins, Spock picked up a protein biscuit and nodded his appreciation. “Thank you. Please indulge yourself, Ambassador. I find one sufficient.” As they ate, the Vulcan related his discussion with Sciver, as well as the results of the test. Spock had found the Kenisian’s psyche to be more damaged than he had first believed. As for the na’hubis, he was unsurprised they’d made little headway, but he was more concerned about what they had found. It could spur the Kenisians on, rather than dissuade them.
