[ A full two seconds is a long delay for someone as snappy as Mr. Snarky. Toph is deeply suspicious. Maybe other people find Spock hard to read, because they stupidly need to use their eyes, but Toph is good at listening and she can find the smallest cracks in the smoothest metal. ]

Okay, [ she drawls, ] sounds like you need a babysitter, anyway.

[ Toph flops herself directly on the ground beside him and leans back on her hands, idly digging her toes into the ground and shifting little piles of earth around. ]

How'd this happen? Lizard-cat got a little too curious for its own good?

[ She smirks slightly at her own joke. But it's true that Spock isn't someone she'd expect to find laying in the grass blasted out of his mind on any random day. Is he okay? Something worse going on? ]