[Kyle's composed, watching him intently. Spock's tells have changed, that stoic veneer is a little less than it was, but he has to stay sharp. That was a lot, to give him at once, and dammit, even he has a tendency to just leap without looking.]

It was logical.

[Duh.]

I've encountered a few thousand civilisations during my career; it's highly likely something or other would have helped you. [A beat.] And vice versa.

[A longer pause, as he purses his lips.]

That, and... we were friends.