Something's off here, but Jim's in no position to press the issue. It could be any number of things, and now is definitely not the time to get into it - but what's happened in the intervening hours between when Jim last saw his friend, and now? He's assuming that's the root of the issue, because what else could it be? Jim's eyes tighten, his own expression not so neutral - he can tell when Spock is feeding him a load of crock, and fluctuations in ambient temperature is surely a line.
Spock is uncomfortable. That much is evident, despite all the Vulcan liked to pretend he was "perfectly adequate", or some such combination of synonyms. It's even more bewildering, given the fact that this room is closer to his usual temperature preferences. Jim tilts his head to the side, assessing, meeting Spock's deep, dark gaze with his own sharp blue. "I've been worse."
And from what he's heard, this whole situation could have been a lot worse. At least one of them will make it to the top now, hopefully both - and hopefully whatever is happening in this room won't be too rough on either of them. Jim's already spilled a wealth of secrets at Spock's feet - what can be worse than that?
He should know better than to even think a challenge like that.
Jim opens his mouth, perhaps to call Spock's bullshit out - but the indicator on the wall interrupts him, brightening with their LED instructions. It doesn't look promising - a physical challenge this time, it seems like - and Jim barely has time to cut his gaze back over to Spock when the animation ends before he feels the floor begin to shift.
Right under his feet, because he's the dumbass standing directly in the middle of the room.
"Woah!" Jim skitters back a step, onto Spock's side of the crevasse opening in the floor - the sand is disappearing into it, or quickly being washed away by the water that bubbles forth. He nearly slips and falls as the water rises beneath his heel, hissing in surprise at how icy cold it is - a stark contrast to the heat from above, almost painful in the dissonance. Jim's more than sure it'll suck more in a minute or two - the water is rising swiftly, already starting to lap at his calves.
"Okay, we can - " But whatever he's going to say is lost to further cracking along the walls, more water rushing in from high points above them. They weren't kidding about the current that was already starting to make itself apparent, rushing forces from all sides creating a pull in the water. "...how long can you tread water?"
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Spock is uncomfortable. That much is evident, despite all the Vulcan liked to pretend he was "perfectly adequate", or some such combination of synonyms. It's even more bewildering, given the fact that this room is closer to his usual temperature preferences. Jim tilts his head to the side, assessing, meeting Spock's deep, dark gaze with his own sharp blue. "I've been worse."
And from what he's heard, this whole situation could have been a lot worse. At least one of them will make it to the top now, hopefully both - and hopefully whatever is happening in this room won't be too rough on either of them. Jim's already spilled a wealth of secrets at Spock's feet - what can be worse than that?
He should know better than to even think a challenge like that.Jim opens his mouth, perhaps to call Spock's bullshit out - but the indicator on the wall interrupts him, brightening with their LED instructions. It doesn't look promising - a physical challenge this time, it seems like - and Jim barely has time to cut his gaze back over to Spock when the animation ends before he feels the floor begin to shift.
Right under his feet, because he's the dumbass standing directly in the middle of the room.
"Woah!" Jim skitters back a step, onto Spock's side of the crevasse opening in the floor - the sand is disappearing into it, or quickly being washed away by the water that bubbles forth. He nearly slips and falls as the water rises beneath his heel, hissing in surprise at how icy cold it is - a stark contrast to the heat from above, almost painful in the dissonance. Jim's more than sure it'll suck more in a minute or two - the water is rising swiftly, already starting to lap at his calves.
"Okay, we can - " But whatever he's going to say is lost to further cracking along the walls, more water rushing in from high points above them. They weren't kidding about the current that was already starting to make itself apparent, rushing forces from all sides creating a pull in the water. "...how long can you tread water?"