[It took Spock a moment to formulate a reply. Miss Carpenter's mind was rather...fascinating and complex. He realized that he made grievous error in reaching out to her mind without permission... this was a serious offense in Vulcan society. With her magical abilities, Spock was safe to assume that she would have noticed the mental probing.]
I-Indeed. Miss Carpenter, I will be well. It would seem that I was overcome by a sensory overload. Vulcan physiology is such that we are aware and in control of all bodily functions at any given time. And in combination with our telepathic abilities that results in certain sensitivities... [Spock did not want to admit this....green started to stain the tips of his ears and his cheekbones.] ...it simply became...too much. I believe it resulted in 'blacking-out'.
[Spock looked down... he was still seated on the floor looking like a put out pile of sorrowful Vulcan.]
I believe I must apologize Miss Carpenter. In my vulnerable state my mental shields were demolished and I believe that my mind tried to connect with yours.
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I-Indeed. Miss Carpenter, I will be well. It would seem that I was overcome by a sensory overload. Vulcan physiology is such that we are aware and in control of all bodily functions at any given time. And in combination with our telepathic abilities that results in certain sensitivities... [Spock did not want to admit this....green started to stain the tips of his ears and his cheekbones.]
...it simply became...too much. I believe it resulted in 'blacking-out'.
[Spock looked down... he was still seated on the floor looking like a put out pile of sorrowful Vulcan.]
I believe I must apologize Miss Carpenter. In my vulnerable state my mental shields were demolished and I believe that my mind tried to connect with yours.