The door opened easier than Spock had anticipated. It was highly possible someone had entered here before them, which meant they needed to be careful. Shining his flashlight across the kitchen's tiled floor, nothing appeared to pose an immediate threat. Goku seemed to take this for granted as he jumped onto the stove as though he were some sort of animal who did not know how to behave in a food-preparation area.
"The chicken will not answer back, so there is little use in calling for it," Spock told him. By now, he had reached the point where his lips were faintly tightened in a way that wasn't quite a frown, but enough to indicate his displeasure at having to constantly remind Goku of their surroundings. If this behavior persisted, he realized he may have to consider performing a neck pinch on the boy. After all, his blatant chatter and yelling ran the risk of giving away their location and attracting enemies.
That was a last resort, of course, seeing how the last thing he wanted was to be forced to carry Goku's unconscious body with him. Furthermore, Spock was uncertain as to how effective that particular technique was within Landel's. It had not worked on the staff, but he hadn't had the opportunity to try it on a patient before now.
Either way, it appeared Goku's senses had led them straight to the kitchen. Considering he had yet to read any maps, Spock had to privately admit that his ability to locate it by smell alone was quite remarkable. There was no doubt that he was unlike other human boys his age, though now clearly wasn't the time to interrogate him on the matter.
Instead, Spock began to look through the drawers in search of any potential items. It seemed as though someone might have passed through there before them, but that hardly mattered so long as he discovered at least one utensil that could potentially be of use. As the Vulcan looked, he never entirely diverted his attention away from Goku in case he tried to do something...unwise.
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"The chicken will not answer back, so there is little use in calling for it," Spock told him. By now, he had reached the point where his lips were faintly tightened in a way that wasn't quite a frown, but enough to indicate his displeasure at having to constantly remind Goku of their surroundings. If this behavior persisted, he realized he may have to consider performing a neck pinch on the boy. After all, his blatant chatter and yelling ran the risk of giving away their location and attracting enemies.
That was a last resort, of course, seeing how the last thing he wanted was to be forced to carry Goku's unconscious body with him. Furthermore, Spock was uncertain as to how effective that particular technique was within Landel's. It had not worked on the staff, but he hadn't had the opportunity to try it on a patient before now.
Either way, it appeared Goku's senses had led them straight to the kitchen. Considering he had yet to read any maps, Spock had to privately admit that his ability to locate it by smell alone was quite remarkable. There was no doubt that he was unlike other human boys his age, though now clearly wasn't the time to interrogate him on the matter.
Instead, Spock began to look through the drawers in search of any potential items. It seemed as though someone might have passed through there before them, but that hardly mattered so long as he discovered at least one utensil that could potentially be of use. As the Vulcan looked, he never entirely diverted his attention away from Goku in case he tried to do something...unwise.