Christine was trying to find someone from her world, too. M'Benga, preferably. Ortegas in second place.

She'd even take Spock, take the pain and awkwardness of their last meeting over this creepy room with what felt like the sounds of clocks everywhere, but no time seeming to pass.

"Detention. How old are you, if you don't mind me asking. Because detention is usually for high school students, yeah? I haven't seen the inside of a high school classroom in longer than I want to admit. But there's got to be a way out of here. The windows and doors are too obvious. What else might work," she asked, casting her eyes from side to side, trying to evaluate all possibilities.