#juithyyyy

eyes light up and she gives a breathy laugh, dripping with sarcasm. hand curls into a fist and rests on the metal wall beside them, tongue lining her gums while she looked him up and down. " right. sure-- " she nodded, the other hand in her pocket while her body curled inward, studying every muscle in his face down to every body part. observing in an almost predatory way. spock was uncomfortable. good. she was uncomfortable.

newly dyed hair was tucked behind her ear, giving him a quick nod. because of course he was. brows raised at the word apologize, calla leaning in even further. " yeah--because you wouldn't apologize for anything else, right? " giving him a cynical smile. she didn't care what scott could hear.

this was the first time she'd properly seen him in a bit. a lot of tension was there.

calla searched his gaze once more, desperately looking for a weak spot. for she herself was riddled with them.

" oh but its such a slow day. surely you have a second to boost crew morale before I give you that report." she smirked, chin lifting.