An apology, the man says. Spock nearly asks what would make someone assume he's done something that requires an apology, but the fact of the matter is that he'd given several the evening he'd been reunited with his captain.

"I've offered my sincerest of those already." No sense in denying it. Spock offers the wary looking young man a nod of his head. It's slightly stiff but then again movement of any kind in this many layers is a bit difficult for him.

"I don't suppose there are many florists in work this time of the year though, surely?" Spock has yet to learn the vast possibilities of the Nexus.