When not on the Bridge, scouring over subspace and trying desperately to pick up something useful, Nyota found herself trying all manner of things to try and distract herself from the horrible truth: they had absolutely no leads, no information. Nothing. It was hit and miss; sometimes she found herself pleasantly distracted, other times she didn't
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Voice all business, she glanced over her shoulder at the Commander as she tapped her screen, enlarging a section of space that the trace had told her the transmission originated from. "Here," she explained, performing the familiar act of passing Spock her earpiece so he could listen to the transmission himself. "I was checking all the frequencies and I found this. It's recent, like within an hour recent. And it's George." She didn't add what she was thinking, that it meant they were still alive, not wanting to get her hopes up any higher than they already were. Because sending that transmission was dangerous and if Nero found out... She didn't even want to think about that.
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It was simple enough to step to her otherwise, push the substitute science officer out of the way so he could access the current trajectory they were following. The coordinates matched up with only some minor corrections.
Spock took a breath that may have been a quiet sigh of relief. They would deal with the troubling news of the message when it came, but for now--they had to find them. "It is...assuring."
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