[Spock's head tilts to the side and a small frown graces his features... absolute loneliness saturates the air. It is clear that whatever happened to Syre during the Shift left her feeling incredibly disconsolate.]

[Spock takes a seat next to Syre....]

You do not have to explain... though I am to understand that 'talking' about such matters unburdens you. If you want to talk, I will listen Syre.

[Spock looks at her intently and places his his clasped hands on the table.]