Spock can feel her excitement filling the small space between them and is conflicted between attempting to absorb some of its energy or from trying to keep his distance - both would be tiring but which would be more so? Emotions were so difficult. He draws in a breath and inclines his head in her direction.
“It is not fortune,” he tells her. “Only beings with the appropriate skills and ability are chosen for missions such as these - you must have met the requirements, at the very least.”
His lips quirk up slightly at her expression and nods. “I would not consider it an intrusion, quite the opposite. You are most welcome to join me ant any time.”
She’s unsure if that’s a compliment or not and she finds herself taking it as one more so because she wants it to be than anything else. A tinge of rose afflicts her cheeks and she looks away from him in the hopes that he does not notice. Hermione doesn’t want him to be uncomfort- able. ❝So, what is there to do while we wait to discover something? In the down time we are given?❞ She knows what her job entails and what she must do, but they’ve never explained to her what to do when she isn’t working, which worries her. Hermione needs to be busy, needs to be doing something at all times when she’s awake.