Harry’s lips turned down at the corners. "Yeah, you’re right. But it’s not like we have much choice Amanda. I’m sure Starfleet and the Federation knows we’re on Vulcan right now. At some point you won’t be able to protect us any more. Because we aren’t Vulcan or legitimate citizens of any recognized world. We will have to leave." He rose from his chair and picked up several triangles of flatbread spread with the dip. "Thanks for the snack, Amanda." Then he turned to the other two occupants of the room. "Sarek. Spock."