[He had grown used to sensing others around him, and so he practically feels those eyes on him as he browses through the grocery store. But he doesn't pay it much attention--since it's not a hostile presence--until they happen to be facing each other.
And he blinks at the salute ... before wondering if he's supposed to be mimicking it.]
no subject
And he blinks at the salute ... before wondering if he's supposed to be mimicking it.]
I can't say that I am, no. [...] Spock.